Your face swims like
a myth.
Night spreads the veil
of a cloud on the
white breast of moon.
No family. Words
move in different tacks.
Water heals, when
your feet were sore.
Soya beans. You have roasted
them alive in jumpsuits.
The faith becomes a devil.
The black eye
waits for the rain to
wash the racial smudge.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2019 19:23
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Hello satishverma,
A powerful super write!
Keep writing
FineB
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