How Old We Are? Poem by Satish Verma

How Old We Are?

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An evil inside,
in your lives. Never done
personal language. Don't fight with god.

Why did you rip-off
the promise and push the statue
in the river of innocent pain?

Not a thing. It was
immeasurable faith of man for a
man through the image. The muse suffers.

Saturday, August 12, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,faith,river
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