No One Was Outsider Poem by Satish Verma
No One Was Outsider
Inserting love in the
heart of red stones. The iron door has
no heart. A mirror breaks in my eyes.
Truth was not right.
I bare my pen to spread the rare
blood from the eyes of the clay.
Hundreds of years remain
the same, though the script of stolen
heredity goes on changing.
Tuesday, January 17, 2023
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