Tall SlogansA Poem by Satish VermaA futile attempt to go for a collection spree.
A futile attempt to go
for a collection spree. You got only the numbers. It had to happen. The drums were beating. The minority suffers in the hands of many gods. Between the black and white, will it be last battle? Temples were asked to give the details of divine― winds and the red moons. There was a spiritual conflict, without giving any purpose. You cannot dissect my poems. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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