To Die For A Lie Poem by Satish Verma

To Die For A Lie



To be honest first,
with flesh of grain and golden whips
by selling the sacred truths.

Can you make antimatter
on barren land? History will sit on you.
I will remain wayward

Night was not tender
It was my wound. Heart beats can
betray. It was my confession.

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