Between Love And Hate - Poem by Satish Verma
After decapitation, it was
We had prepared ourselves for epilation.
A war for milky sap
starts for an empty chair.
You are asked to abandon
your field and go for
a hate profile.
The gated religion now
scars the high searing, wayward
fronds of untangeled age
of absent truths and
I will go again to
find the answer in a similar
darkness to stand
my unconditioned faith
to stumilate the unflowing river.
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