SavageryA Poem by Satish VermaSavagery
Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death before you were born. Can you tell me, how much I had lived with you without tragedies? Blackout filters the light to come to eyes. I don't want to see end. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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Added on October 1, 2024 Last Updated on October 1, 2024 |

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