Rich PathosA Poem by Satish VermaRich Pathos
Not smiling back
to moon, I will say tonight after impacted by a dark cloud. The naked script without the staples becomes a big powerful thing. Do you agree to scientia of bare minimum faith? It had turned into a troubleshooter. Both true and false, without empathy remain disloyal to pain. This was insignia of love, between conflict and understanding. A winner stoops to pick up the coin from dirt, which was tossed by holocaust. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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