We Don't Agree Poem by Satish Verma
We Don't Agree
I asked the shirtless moon,
when will you wear the cloud? What
happens when a paranoid calls the sun?
Life demands too much
to stay alive. Dear human, who will
not need mercy, when blood freezes?
I want to quit, go for
Exility. The cult violence was going
to destroy the pistillate to stop birthing roses.
"The cult violence…destroy the pistillate.." A forceful expression against female foeticide, which continues as a serious evil. But the poem is much more profound than that.
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4/27/2024 3:50:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved the poem m, the play of words, the metaphors. Top score