Sides Of The Truth Poem by Satish Verma
Sides Of The Truth
How would you talk to―
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?
*
The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.
*
Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
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4/19/2024 6:24:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Swallow all the darkness of crying earth, I impel your nails to scratch the sun........touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.