Pushing Wheelbarrow Poem by Satish Verma

Pushing Wheelbarrow

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When you want to see
through a mirrored fake, lie becomes
truth in broad daylight.

There will be a collective
death after suicidal harakiri Can we
rewrite history? I will ask for milestones.

In the Lilac season. I want
you to walk with me in the dark
to share the stigma of the moon.

Saturday, December 24, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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