Listening To YourselfA Poem by Satish VermaTreading gently, trying to feel close to the heat of
Treading gently, trying
to feel close to the heat of the cardinal sins, why you were not able to take off your eyes from the macabre slaughter? The unknowable instinct. You abhore, but still want to see the execution. They were blindfolded and were shot at the back of head. Decimated. You hold the globes, making peace with the wrongdoer.He will not alter his ego and why you were afraid to react? © 2016 Satish Verma |
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