Sides Of The Truth

by Satish Verma   Dec 1, 2022


How would you talk to?
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?

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The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.

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Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.

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