Charity Begins At Road Poem by Satish Verma
Charity Begins At Road
What a cognizant?
I know my fate, destined to be
separate from the cannibal.
My pen leaks in blood.
The homicide is a different story. The
four play was to feed the grass to the horse.
Try to catch the culprit.
The politicians marry the unknown.
The wealth of the poor was piling up.
Tuesday, November 14, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,horse
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