How to meet crisis,
not accepting any defeat―
this time of pain.
Life was not simple.
My faith, my culture come to grief.
Lift me as a poem.
Why this mystery to live.
You want to remain mute and
I want to go blind.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2022 21:55
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'in the country of the blind
the one eyed person, reigns'..
(why do you think
those in power
encourage us, to swipe away
at each others eyes...)
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