Great KillsA Poem by Satish VermaGreat Kills
Let the dialogue begin
between the apostate and the threatened god. Heretic demands an apology from the religion of assassin. The bleeding ancestors release the mathematics of grey crimes. So your temple was destroyed because of the lion sitting at gate. A moon falls on the raw hides of innocents and the planet stops breathing. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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