No Man's LandA Poem by Satish VermaIt was an explicit "I"― deeply flawed.
It was an explicit "I"―
deeply flawed. You had started hitting your peers, asking them to hate you. Psychopath? Mea culpa, who would not say? Kindles a tender feel― when you love a pink rose, not uttering a word. Scared, my tremors start like a leaf. Cannot hold the pen. Very quietly I print my tears. Thirst, mouthless― I drink from eyes. Earth beware― the crop has failed. Rancher was going― to commit suicide. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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