Holocaust Poem by Satish Verma

Holocaust



Like flint, I knew,
it won't work from beginning.
I wait for red moon.

A tragedy was to―
happen. So it happened.
Suddenly one day!

Could you halt it,
the engulfing inferno―
blazing the home?

Monday, September 10, 2018
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