The Ire Poem by Satish Verma
The Ire
Encrypting the cause―
of death. Why do you
truss up the statement?
Tell me, whom you were
punishing, accepting
the legitimacy of lies?
Anything would happen
to the author,
who was writing a diary
on the fallen saint.
The palace fumes. There
was an extraordinary delay
in execution of
fire spoons.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
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4/26/2024 4:11:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautifully crafted thought provoking poem with deep meaning, may be, throwing light on social scenario! Thanks for sharing.10 points.