Standing In Ruins Poem by Satish Verma
Standing In Ruins
Distances are increasing
to strip quietly. I will act when
the time comes for the demotion.
My song comes from
a deep pit of burning coals, after
the death of truth. All the cicadas scream.
Can you write like me,
when the pen dips in blood to
forget the speech of god?
Someone is uethically operating an account in my name. The fraud has a score of 4.33.
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4/27/2024 7:25:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a wonderful set of metaphors that speak to many deep issues. Well done