satishverma
Without Fetters
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He was not at guilt, 
it was the neuro―
hormones, hired from moon.
You were burning
inside, smokeless
without flames.
I throw the net―
in lake to catch,
the moon for once.
The day was ready
to close the eyes―
to practice philanthropy.
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