Unfinished ScriptA Poem by Satish VermaYour hands were chopped off. How will you write
Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write the poem now? * Truth was" an alloy. Need to mix some lie in pure gold. * Why did the roses cry? The saint was not in the tomb. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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