The CommitmentA Poem by Satish VermaThe lesion was spreading. From
The lesion was
spreading. From inside, I hear the wails. Past and present of time, plows the furrows, in future. Seeds remain unplanted. I seek justice from the earth. Turn off the lights I want to see" the moon in its full glory. Someone has left the message for us. Go out to face the wolves. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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