Little Gods Poem by Satish Verma
Little Gods
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?
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
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