Vengeance Poem by Satish Verma
Vengeance
Arithmetic becomes poetry,
when you start counting the stars in Milky Way.
Light will cross
your path. Your own sun
becomes a logic.
You step into a holy bath
to collect all the scripts
of the dark circles.
Where the infinity starts,
you become the center?
of all the conflicts.
A simple way to burn
without throwing light.
How would you raise your finger?
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