Before You Listen To Me Poem by Satish Verma

Before You Listen To Me



You dump the holocaust,
and become a critic, choking like
water hyacinth. We start cheating each other.

Isn't this done with the moon?
Was my life a test for your ruthless
glory? Why should humility suffer?

If a star strikes Neptune,
where will we meet to bring peace?
My ocean is burning without flames.

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