Speaking Of Angst

satishverma

Killer was brown― 
not white. Snowfall 
covers the wounds of earth. 

No questions were 
asked for the body 
lying in your lap. 

Invisible was the 
hurt, inflicted on my soul― 
for not paying the debt. 

Let the myth of 
glory fall of the man. 
It insults the god.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2019 20:02
  • Category: Nature
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