Sense Of Betrayal Poem by Satish Verma
Sense Of Betrayal
You will find one day,
water footprints, when
seismic events stop in eyes.
Don't you think a system
of mutual respect should―
be followed, before the
conception of a new rage.
Moons come and go.
You upturn the clock racing
the time to―
reach infinity.
Where the hundred stars
die daily, do you still
want to become a blue light
in the misty house―
of headstones?
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