Who Had Spoiled The Show?A Poem by Satish VermaMuzzle the ape, that bleeds the tall tree,
Muzzle the ape, that
bleeds the tall tree, tearing apart the blue birds. I saw it coming. I was overwrought; watching a beheading― of the innocent, in the town square. People standing in queues to grab the voodoos. When you will end my woes basking in the glory of blood? O god, take away my chips, my papers, my pen. I am tired of this deceit of man. Everybody walks like a saint on the holy banks where flows the river of tears. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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