Muffled SoundsA Poem by Satish VermaLike the xenia effect the terror
Like the xenia effect
the terror was changing the landscape. Will you become my eyes in scorched run to my god? The sea has turned black in holy rain. I don't ask any numbers. A child weeps inside me. Hydrophobia. You cannot go near the water. Stay away from me. A white cobra was coming to kiss me. Religion has become a toxic drink. I cannot mix my tears with hate. The bodies are still coming in the water. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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