Satish Verma
Mni Poems
The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.
Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.
*
The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.
Blaming
the punctuation.
*
No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.
The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.
*
Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical?
The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.
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