Drawing A CircleA Poem by Satish VermaNudging the contempt, he wanted to become
Nudging the contempt,
he wanted to become homeless again. I had never seen such human insanity. Hate me now― I was your sin. You made it easy, making my nest empty. There was a colossal waste. The salt was becoming scarce. Night and moon were going to break the hills. The cost of life was falling. Diana― the huntress will not shoot any arrows. Artemisia was no more sacred. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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