Suffering Was Right Poem by Satish Verma

Suffering Was Right



Dividing the sand
hill you urge the moon to undress.
The partition of serenity will decide love.

The agony turns with
moonlight. Coming to simplicity
it has made worse of pierced feet.

Expansionism tries
to crumble the architect of gothic
politics. Invisible fate was calling again.

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