Sound BitesA Poem by Satish VermaThe plaques were being attached to the wall. You would not be able
The plaques were being
attached to the wall. You would not be able to go for refusal. The right to say no was inherent in yes. Accepting the exorcism and self― flagellation, exonerates you from the guilt of giving away; which was not yours. How can you claim that you are your own master? You tie a knot on the thread, hang it on the weeping tree, throw back your head, and wipe out all the questions, I wrote on your forehead. Peace― it will be mine. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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