Painless Green Poem by Satish Verma

Painless Green



The flame eaters will
follow you. You want to bring
back inquisition.

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Ashes in hand, and
your pride, you climb in dark.
I would meet satans.

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The fish smells the man.
What was honesty? Dead pan― he
wants to return to sea.

Sunday, June 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes,fish,honesty,poem,pride
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