Help MeA Poem by Satish VermaHelp Me
Love hours.
When you cover your face with hands, light dims. I enter your interocular space, to understand the truth ofdissent. I am learning from you about the black theory. You wanted to― take titanic steps in small feet. Human facts. I cannot breathe. You possess the power of manipulation. A bird doesn't know. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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