Allusive Pain Poem by Satish Verma

Allusive Pain

Rating: 5.0


Blood has one color.
No face. Was always virgin.
Has no other name.

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I cannot find any
nativity of violence in
breaking novice heart.

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You in disarray,
will not find the path of
death's spin. Truth will pay.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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Bernard F. Asuncion 23 May 2018

Satish, such a great poem....10++++

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