Time Takes Revenge Poem by Satish Verma

Time Takes Revenge

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Altered footprints.
Don't be proud. Like an immersive
moon floating on the black sea.

The hate crime prospers.
I open my sacred books. The
greatest thoughts are wiped out.

My school is dead.
A barren land is producing
euphorbia and sadness.

Sunday, July 3, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: books,school
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