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A Bomber Unspeaks
To find a safe god
he traveled inside the books
to develop the tradecraft of winning the world.
Fog squinted from the sky
and elite sun waited in the lobby.
Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow,
to nip the blood. A door is flung open
for a pat-down. You understand the philosophy
of revenge? Take back the hundred lives
for a nail cut. A bewitching smile
and tantalizing fragrance of a bomb
makes a lethal mix.
From where to where we have come.
The scarved beauty and secret love;
some rare vision was giving the push.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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