satishverma
Small Mercies
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Who were the derivatives 
of hate? When the
counting began, your name
was not there.
Under siege, I was
your prayer. Picking pieces
of violence I went insane.
The wolf climbs
in the last phase of moon.
I was scared to lose you.
Sounds of betrayal were loud.
The human chain caves in,
under brutality of sins.
Nobody was correct in
congratulatory smokes.
It is a slow poisonous
march. We are eating
ourselves like reptiles. The parasites, would
never go hungry.
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