Wasting Of FaithA Poem by Satish VermaAnnihilating your own minarets to meet
Annihilating your
own minarets to meet the god once. Little time left to make the score. The climbdown has started absolute and final. The methane was spilling out.You need a matchstick. Awful.You cannot see the kitchen fire.Where was the sanctity? A noble cause.Dousing the flames, to leave a naked body of truth. Don't split the hearts.Only give the shrouds.Faces must not be seen © 2018 Satish Verma |
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