In Great DilemmaA Poem by Satish VermaIn Great Dilemma
When the sanctity―
will not alter, and sun dips in the sky, I will give you a call. Sin versus sin were going for a war in large swathes of purity. If there was no come back. I will give you a call. Small fathers now, will not bring any revolution. We will watch only that was invisible, I will give you a call. When dried lips will not barrow the salt of sea, there would be no anthem. You start avoiding the altered nature, I will give you a call. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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