<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Condemned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart’s ache is getting worse everyday.<br>May be I go out in this brutal world<br>Of scuttling lies to seek the one<br>who left the body to trace the wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A red hibiscus enters my room from the window<br>and smiles at me.<br>Outside clumsy blasts are ripping apart<br>the tranquil day.<br>I wrench the emotions out of the poem<br>for the big mouthed kindness<br>which sprays the bullets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Terror strikes suddenly on the swollen ankles<br>We do not know the cure.<br>No foreign hand will help, <br>No foreign face will smile.<br>I have to go for inward journey<br>My lips will kiss the condemned.</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=515498" data-title="The Condemned de Satish Verma" data-description="Heart’s ache is getting worse everyday. May be I go out in this brutal world Of scuttling lies to seek the one who left the body to trace the wound. A red hibiscus enters my room from the window and smiles at me. Outside clumsy blasts are rippi..."></div> </div> </div>

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