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I TRUST

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English Poetry

When the hate began
subordinating,
where were you?
O!

My clothes were on fire.
When you climbed the lips,
words were livid on tongue:
beyond the earth and sky,
water and air,
fire!

You stutter?
Speak not truth.
I don’t exist;
my flesh has become food
red meat,
dirty orchid!

I will forget me! !

Satish Verma

2 Comments

  1. good one poem – congrat

  2. Gion Gion says:

    “You stutter?
    Speak not truth.”
    Gion

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