Not smiling back
to moon, I will say tonight
after impacted by a
dark cloud.
The naked script without
the staples becomes
a big powerful thing.
Do you agree to scientia
of bare minimum faith?
It had turned into a troubleshooter.
Both true and false,
without empathy remain
disloyal to pain.
This was insignia
of love, between conflict
and understanding.
A winner stoops
to pick up the coin from dirt,
which was tossed by holocaust.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 12th, 2020 19:29
- Category: Nature
- Views: 6
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