![]() Each DayA Poem by Satish Verma![]() The suffering was suffering.![]()
The suffering
was suffering. You pay for it. There was no point in returning, to fumble. Sodium or Potassium fluoride will make it lethal. New crack's open the mind, like a walnut. God's creation― lies in halves. Take it, or reject it, the maze of words― describing the brutality of life's half-truths. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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