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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Crib Of Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He faked a letter to god<br>and slept whole night.<br>(Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) <br>Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury<br>of oblivion.<br>The success around him was most obstinate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pretending to condone the arthritis<br>of social limbs, he walked straight<br>to become what he would be, <br>a fakir among riches without fanfare. The <br>absolute renunciation, slapping the door –<br>shut, for blackness.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It was visible, the nakedness of brazen lies<br>falling like cottonwool around him. He touched<br>coral eyes of truth and wept, never to speak<br>again. Cosmos would split<br>for his journey to home.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This was meant for you, he said to himself.<br>Your own choosing without any regrets.<br>His fingers traced the figure of a mother<br>of the thin moon, who was assaulting<br>the crib of sun.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a></strong></div>

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