A Criminal Choice Poem by Satish Verma
A Criminal Choice
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Inevitable was he born
mental. There was spiritual fever.
You want to sit on the rock forever.
The hawk was eager
to find the truth, sharpening his talons.
Don't bury the books in mud.
Where is the guiding
star? What was your inner voice doing?
Do you find another barn birth?
Thursday, June 9, 2022
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5/3/2024 3:12:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
" The hawk was eager to find the truth, sharpening his talons. Don't bury the books in mud. " Real, Real Poetry!