Little GodsA Poem by Satish VermaDo you know the truth of lies, when
Do you know the
truth of lies, when something goes wrong? You pick up the names from private dialogues, to hurt yourself. Increasingly on edge, You release the― doves, to reach the affiliates. To buy some time for a debate, I put off all the lamps. Why the amnesia, becomes a blessing in celebrating the mass beheadings? © 2020 Satish Verma |
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Added on May 24, 2020 Last Updated on May 24, 2020 |

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