A Squall Roars Poem by Satish Verma

A Squall Roars



I don't want to take
my words bad. Where do I keep
them in burning house?

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It simmers, the sandy path
to bury you alive in hot truths.
No end of beginning.

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Who does fall, which
has no height? Moonlight spreads
on hot lava of tears.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018
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