satishverma
From Comfort To Pain
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From within, a 
fawned virtue follows
the breath, I spell
your name.
The cymosed
surrender at the feet
of a tall god was disgrace.
I will know the incoming stranger.
Spotless in dark,
your words breed. There
was something mysterious
displaying the grains in daylight.
I will count the golden
rings, in your pink eyes
becoming a ghost.
A wrong step in a
right moment, you become
a prisoner of a cell, with
no key.
From the ending
a new race begins.
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