<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Annual Ritual</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That awkward moment<br>when you stammer, <br>truth spurts out: <br>how not to offer a straight reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your green eyes<br>tell me the pain<br>of last century.<br>Of armistice, of amputated legs<br>and then you don’t know what to do with your existence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkened trees spit the starlight.<br>I will wait for the maddening crowd<br>to take the dip in the holy lake, <br>to wash out their sins<br>under the full moon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514236" data-title="Annual Ritual de Satish Verma" data-description="That awkward moment when you stammer, truth spurts out: how not to offer a straight reply. Your green eyes tell me the pain of last century. Of armistice, of amputated legs and then you don’t know what to do with your existence. Darkened tre..."></div> </div> </div>

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