Wasting Of Faith Poem by Satish Verma
Wasting Of Faith
Annihilating your
own minarets to meet
the god once.
Little time left to make the score.
The climbdown has started
absolute and final.
The methane was
spilling out.You need a matchstick.
Awful.You cannot see
the kitchen fire.Where was
the sanctity?
A noble cause.Dousing
the flames, to leave a naked
body of truth.
Don't split the hearts.Only
give the shrouds.Faces
must not be seen
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5/12/2024 12:38:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
naked body of truth, good one