When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.
End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?
Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2021 19:45
- Category: Nature
- Views: 5
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.