An unborn poem wants
a name to make a poet of me
to discover the black truths.
To lacerate, the moon was
running shirtless. Why was there
devastation of culture. religion and morality?
What was the merit of
karma? You were digging the farm land
to bring out all the grave sins.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
digging to learn form other's mistakes
maybe?
to insure we no longer repeat them, unknowingly
maybe?..
insightful words as-ever, thanks for sharing
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