<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trampling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was happening. <br>It was a perverse state, <br>one by one we were tearing apart, <br>our wholeness, our human heritage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A distorted image of beautiful order. <br>We went assembling the torn limbs. <br>Each desire was sutured <br>like a wound, to become a scar. <br>It was a collective grief of history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abrasion of ‘me’, grotesquely <br>disfigures the face<br>of soft weightless peace. <br>Love has never been the same.<br>The little things have become <br>enormous ghosts trampling our senses. <br>Ugly scrawls are scaring.</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=515600" data-title="Trampling de Satish Verma" data-description="It was happening. It was a perverse state, one by one we were tearing apart, our wholeness, our human heritage. A distorted image of beautiful order. We went assembling the torn limbs. Each desire was sutured like a wound, to become a scar...."></div> </div> </div>

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