No Prophet SpeaksA Poem by Satish VermaYou decide first-whom to blame? As if I am―
You decide first-whom
to blame? As if I am― on threshold of denial and anger. When to kill a polluter, who was deployed to― protect the virginity of blue ocean? The stealth fighter becomes a fake. They meet like polygamists exchanging the rings to remain unfaithful. The untested blood was a carrier. On the brink, comes the army of black ants, waking the lover in evening light. You should not stir. Greed will make the sleeper move. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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