Piercing Cry Poem by Satish Verma

Piercing Cry

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It froze in mid-
air, without sound, coming
from deep throat.

You washed the queer
words, with eyes water to
read the verdict.

Remove the topsoil
to find the hidden bones
of unique god.

Wednesday, June 5, 2019
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