The SundialA Poem by Satish VermaThe orifice was absent from the face.
The orifice was absent
from the face. The hatred will unite the enemies. You won't speak in the debate, how to murder the humanity. Old affections are made anew.You can score the highest tears Armless, you move the clock in- opposite direction. The stigma still remains after the flight. I am going back home. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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