The Evil Hands Poem by Satish Verma
The Evil Hands
Walking on the water
with bigotry in dignity. My consciousness
was clear in feeding the fish.
There are the honey bee
stings. Suddenly you swell up to get
ready to burn the nest with love.
The human species was
mutating like dangerous variant enemies.
What you were searching for, an older god?
Monday, June 20, 2022
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