Shrine Was Beautiful Poem by Satish Verma

Shrine Was Beautiful

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A nude ascends to
become a Venus. On the street of
temple beasts drink marigolds.

Seething you have
consumed the flawless truth. Now
indigenous pain stabs in back.

The master killers are
on the terrace. They will put you
in exile. Artists are catching stones.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 29 November 2021

The poem justify the beauty Bravo/1

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Aarzoo Mehek 28 November 2021

Beautifully written poem. Compliments

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