Will Not SpeakA Poem by Satish VermaWill Not Speak
You have clean hands.
You don't hide. I can read your signs. The rising violence makes the rich tombs. You stand like a Buddha. From the ashes, you can build a Homer's Troy. I will not visits the site. The legacy of moon suffers. The doormats become rich. Why fake daddies? A brain stops midway in jungle of no words. You want to sing. You are scared of me for receiving the gifts. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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