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satishverma

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.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2021 21:05
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    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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