Les Murder Poem by Satish Verma

Les Murder



Standing in a lone
corner, I was hearing a muffled voice
coming from under my feet.

I place my ears on
dust. Earth was crying. My time is
over. I want to die.

It was not easy to
die for the truth. This was rare.
A crucifixion for a cause.

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