Scissor Hold

Scissor Hold

A Poem by Satish Verma
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I don't want any applause. Think. think on

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I don't want any applause. 
Think. think on 
what I have to say. 

The morgue is full. Still 
the bodies were arriving, of 
all the dead innocents. 

The son, daughter, mother and 
father and grands. 
What rituals you want to do― 

to honour the departed, or 
praise the killers? 
The rigged notes on paper speak of mendacity. 

Between the primates, man 
was becoming the beast. 
The stone, sculptor and ghost are one.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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I had written a proper review of this write, and the sands of the internet just swept it

The rigged notes on paper speak of mendacity.

Between the primates, man
was becoming the beast.
The stone, sculptor and ghost are one.

But essentially what I wanted to say was thank you for the reminder of who we are. It seems ridiculous to think that we consider ourselves to be the most advanced of all the species on the planet.

Keep those reminders coming, Satish. We may not think we need them, but we do.

Adix


Posted 4 Years Ago



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