satishverma
Monstrosity
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What would you say― 
if I shed my identity,
before the water enters the boat?
A cold-blooded,
culpable homicide, of the genius,
whom you gave your house
of cards.
Amidst the pathless windows
leading to no night
no dawn.
The ice bucket dramatics.
What message you want
to send, to thirsty small birds.
The fishermen sleep
beyond the echoes. No stones
were going to scream.
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