My Forgotten Culture Poem by Satish Verma
My Forgotten Culture
You have no right
to kill anyone without crime.
Even the venomous snake.
You have chopped the
heart. I can see what will happen?
They are metaphysical prophecies.
What was the parental
hide. Like a greek god coming undressed
without call, Why life has made us wrong.
Monday, July 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: culture,life,snake
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