How it is that – 
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I did't fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

Satish Verma

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THE BULLY

How it is that – 
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I did't fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

Satish Verma

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THE BULLY

How it is that – 
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I did't fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

Satish Verma

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THE BULLY

How it is that – 
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I did't fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

Satish Verma

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

THE BULLY

How it is that – 
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I did't fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

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.