See My Point Poem by Satish Verma

See My Point



The silk spreads on
your tongue. No less, it was a lottery
of blood. Not a pathless glory.

Are you going to decimate
the truth? What was ingenuity? Suddenly
an immobile moon.

A dark sunrise. Who
had gathered the sins? Can you
modify the past? Do you still go holistic?

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