Swords and BloodA Poem by Satish VermaSwords and Blood
Don't look back.
You make history. We need more strength. There is a paradigm of bayonet. The areolas are turning red. The black sun wants to defrock you. Can you in mud? A sacred dance begins. Comets run fast. Someone is going to self-immolate. Cannot see the war. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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