Deep TragediesA Poem by Satish VermaLife plays the tricks. You become a meteor-
Life plays the tricks.
You become a meteor- a streak of light, in the almond eyes of a god. I don; t like the grey areas. Can you become fearless and confess the guilt of drinking the mercury? Blisters had appeared on your face red and blue. Was it a pure fault? Mother earth smiles.When buried alive thirty below the mound of lies you remained alive. Dehydrated, you speak the truth and spill out the false teeth.Your mind separates from the heart and blood stains emerge. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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