ReconstructionA Poem by Satish VermaReconstruction
An article will ask you
to change, to become unique, before demographic innovation destroys you. The five-petaled scarlet pimpernel, waits for you to write my name in your heart. Who will meet your smile, when I am not there? A mass hysteria erupts, against the deity of dirty violence. I wanted to freeze the lovebirds on your lips― to sing when the rains come. And the trust will follow the tears. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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