Varience Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Varience



Variance

Stand and burn the hills in Sun's light.
Wells, Cisterns can be filled with blood.

Not always truth is respected!
Not always the fact is accepted!

Though righteous deserves a high place
-mostly, wrong is in eye and shouts loud
-a simple claim and slogan: "I am right! "

Vampires and devils always live
-in comfort of ruins, palaces.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: juxtaposition
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 27 November 2018

right and wrong- juxtaposed being; but wrong in uproar trend to cover its stigma

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Nassy Fesharaki 28 November 2018

Thank you brother...you are kind and all the best.

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