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Body Script by Satish Verma

Does it stir you, 
a body bag? 
Journey of million years 
stops here, 
decoding the numbers. 

A humming bird 
inflight catches a dilemma 
before the sun sets on the 
whirring wings. 
The moon will never be the same. 

Hanging by a thread 
a suicide bomber memorializes 
the unhealing land. 
Who will cry 
when he is gone?