Life may mean anything to you, but 
I refuse, to become a utility. 
Come, let us face the death of time. 

We were whisked away, 
had taken a wrong turn, 
and when battle lines were drawn, 
the guns were not ready. 

Dirty mirrors always complained of a bad weather. 
Today I will go for a long journey, 
to get the gifts of peacocks from green trees. 
I want to listen to their grievances whole night. 

Humanity stinks when infected hands 
handle the peace. I splash the truth 
on your face, 
to see the sun clearly.

Satish Verma

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Dirty Mirrors

Life may mean anything to you, but 
I refuse, to become a utility. 
Come, let us face the death of time. 

We were whisked away, 
had taken a wrong turn, 
and when battle lines were drawn, 
the guns were not ready. 

Dirty mirrors always complained of a bad weather. 
Today I will go for a long journey, 
to get the gifts of peacocks from green trees. 
I want to listen to their grievances whole night. 

Humanity stinks when infected hands 
handle the peace. I splash the truth 
on your face, 
to see the sun clearly.

Satish Verma

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Dirty Mirrors

Life may mean anything to you, but 
I refuse, to become a utility. 
Come, let us face the death of time. 

We were whisked away, 
had taken a wrong turn, 
and when battle lines were drawn, 
the guns were not ready. 

Dirty mirrors always complained of a bad weather. 
Today I will go for a long journey, 
to get the gifts of peacocks from green trees. 
I want to listen to their grievances whole night. 

Humanity stinks when infected hands 
handle the peace. I splash the truth 
on your face, 
to see the sun clearly.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Dirty Mirrors

Life may mean anything to you, but 
I refuse, to become a utility. 
Come, let us face the death of time. 

We were whisked away, 
had taken a wrong turn, 
and when battle lines were drawn, 
the guns were not ready. 

Dirty mirrors always complained of a bad weather. 
Today I will go for a long journey, 
to get the gifts of peacocks from green trees. 
I want to listen to their grievances whole night. 

Humanity stinks when infected hands 
handle the peace. I splash the truth 
on your face, 
to see the sun clearly.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Dirty Mirrors

Life may mean anything to you, but 
I refuse, to become a utility. 
Come, let us face the death of time. 

We were whisked away, 
had taken a wrong turn, 
and when battle lines were drawn, 
the guns were not ready. 

Dirty mirrors always complained of a bad weather. 
Today I will go for a long journey, 
to get the gifts of peacocks from green trees. 
I want to listen to their grievances whole night. 

Humanity stinks when infected hands 
handle the peace. I splash the truth 
on your face, 
to see the sun clearly.

Satish Verma

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About the Author:
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.