I Like You Poem by Satish Verma

I Like You

The descent of
thoughts and rise of borders
looks like an assisted kill.

Telling the truth was
disabled. There was an exile of
dumb men. Anarchy has its own kingdom.

Houses burn, the
road stops. You are nailed to walls.
I will float a prism on the fire.

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