Nobody is Safe From Fire

by Satish Verma   Sep 11, 2022


Not easy to write off life.
Let me go whole. Was it a striptease
of knowledge? Where are the saints?

My averted pains boil.
We are so small. Wingless. It is time to
pray. Is it a Tiananmen moment?

I got nothing in paying
the debt. But I come at par with the
god. I am going to live in a barn.

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