Many ThingsA Poem by Satish VermaThe moment of truth for a flower seller.
The moment of truth
for a flower seller. Sun will not rise today. Learning the― alphabets of violence. I would not bet on you. At nude beach I was wearing the moon in pitch dark. Silently weeping a prophet today asks for the mercy of dead. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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