Not Pure As Roses Poem by Satish Verma

Not Pure As Roses

Rating: 5.0


My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you
tell me your history of fall?

The questioner fails to
put up the right questions. You were
inquisitive, but I was not understood.

Why does the hate develop between
the words and the meanings? I suffer
when I am numb. You suffer to open your mouth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 17 November 2021

A brilliant intense selection of language that coveys deep feelings. A good 5*

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