The Itch Poem by Satish Verma
The Itch
Rating: ★5.0
It was raining blood.
I am frozen. No paternal gene.
Silence was weird. A cake.
Don't stand in the line
of kill. What a name can do? It becomes
dangerous. Needed self- restraint.
What was claimed? I
want the milk of you. I am impacted. No
war. Every pain deceives, like stray moon.
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5/3/2024 5:07:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Moast appreciated words in the final lines. Loveliest rendered and so true.5 Stars Full