Simmering In Cold Poem by Satish Verma

Simmering In Cold

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I am searching for the
mistakes in me. The hardening
vision will decide who was the culprit.

You are not living
for the neighbor. I stitch the wounds of
keys and locks of humanity.

How long you will
find the truth. It is on the beach.
Not in the water, not in the sky.

Monday, August 7, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,wounds
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Ramesh T A 07 August 2023

Opportunists pose themselves as paragon of virtue but never the good is supported unless one is avatar of God!

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