You Don't Like What I Do Poem by Satish Verma

You Don't Like What I Do



MY friend, don't go
in light. It hurts. I will bring new
tools to fight your malicious thoughts.

Tear yourself, life is zero.
A black rose wears the crown.
The emperor goes to the woods.

On the lemon tree
the thorns have a culture. Your blood
is drawn, but it was very sweet.

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