One Of Many ThoughtsA Poem by Satish VermaNobody was bigger than your destination, you
Nobody was bigger than
your destination, you were obsessed with the birth of a new caste. I was very angry at me, to be myself. We will not meet at one dot of separatism. The arousal upsets the mongrels. The wagging starts liberally. We will not exclude the romance of delusion, while interpreting the spirit of the book. Living by yourself the inadequacy will indulge in self adoration. Where will I go? © 2020 Satish Verma |
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