Arrival Of Vision Poem by Satish Verma

Arrival Of Vision



I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.

Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.

Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.

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