Not InvokingA Poem by Satish VermaThis attitude rattles me. Silence has―
This attitude rattles
me. Silence has― become very vocal. The body does not listen now. A knife has become celibate. The unsung hero was untainted and pure. It was the veil, which was corrupt. Are you ready for the hang? The wrists cut open were not bleeding. The jewel of the fire does not burn. Even the purple hemlock is very sweet. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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