Who Begins The Truth? Poem by Satish Verma

Who Begins The Truth?



My words are now dying.
Have you any thoughts? Your body
would not obey to kill the signs.

Bring the marigolds. The
darkest moon was coming to be hanged.
I would like to touch him.

In a naked audition,
were you sacrificed? You want to start the
bloody revolution to wake the sun.

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