Satish Verma
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26 december 2019

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Each Day

The suffering
was suffering.
You pay for it.
 
There was no point
in returning, to fumble.
 
Sodium or Potassium
fluoride will make it lethal.
 
New crack's open the
mind, like a walnut.
 
God's creation―
lies in halves.
 
Take it, or reject it,
the maze of words―
 
describing the brutality
of life's half-truths.

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