Each Day

Each Day

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

The suffering was suffering.

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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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Added on December 28, 2017
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