Pranab k c
30/07/2014
two straight lines
can't meet any point
except their
own beginning
two sides
when unbend
no solution
expected
from table talking
commons are the victim
death and destruction
everyday
erasing signs of existence
from the land
their promised land
tried to preserve they all
sacred soil
sanctity
celestial light to be illuminated
eventually emancipation
too far it blinks
rapidly gathering everywhere
the eradication!
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