I Am Not You Poem by Satish Verma

I Am Not You



Prickly love, I have
come to bleed. A size of moon
was always shadowing the charisma.

When thecrooked fingers
look like question marks, the criminality
of darkness would not speak.

Right on the track of
truth, I was always blinded by
the brightness of the lies of saints.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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