Hiding Truth Poem by Satish Verma

Hiding Truth



In inner conflict,
wearing snakeskin, to make
a very sacred kill.

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What a sinful dream,
in moonless night, when rain stops.
I will find you then.

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Don't follow the stars.
They will mesmerize you to
love the beautiful lies.

Sunday, May 27, 2018
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