If Truth Is Mistaken? Poem by Satish Verma

If Truth Is Mistaken?

You try to pull down
the mount to bury in the ocean. When I
give you bread, it looks like I am eating.

This was my finale
to become a donor. I am climbing
rich in love near the setting sun.

My rebelion look always
projects the hope to live and go on
fighting for freedom from others.

Sunday, August 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,freedom,life,ocean
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