History Of Pain Poem by Satish Verma

History Of Pain

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Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.

Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.

Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.

Saturday, April 27, 2019
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Bernard F. Asuncion 27 April 2019

A magnificent poem, sir Satish...10++++

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