Each DayA Poem by Satish VermaThe 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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