For Good And Evil Poem by Satish Verma

For Good And Evil



Thoughts―
were not picking the words.
This was ultimate loss.

How do I stave
off the disaster? You
were taking away my smiles.

What kind it would be
the next quake, when
I was standing at the door.

I have yet to
know myself, searching for
the invisible truth.

Cannot drop the―
pen. The eyes will read
the last sermon.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019
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