Lot's Of Love Poem by Satish Verma

Lot's Of Love

It was appalling to
believe in yourself. We are always
wrong to walk on water. It was a pain of day.

Beyond murder there
are truths of lies. Every step was a revene.
To whom do you want to make human?

I tend to forget the blood
of praying mantis. Why the prayer
is linked with the death of age?

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