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Sink.

February 8, 2014
By NebulousInk BRONZE, Panipat, Other
NebulousInk BRONZE, Panipat, Other
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They all sink in their tasteless fury over the mountain falling apart
But fail to note the flowers and fruits near the crystal-clear pond
They see dead edifices and torn bricks littering cement roads
But not flesh and blood under the once-too-valuable rubble
They feel growing unease in their almost-lost spines
But not the hunger and scars of left-over orphans
They numb their pains with strewn drugs
While death numbs ragged bodies - trashed as if plastic cups



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