Bald ArgumentsA Poem by Satish VermaHow do I remember you, I ask grammarly
How do I remember
you, I ask grammarly between life and death. You were not very keen to know, what I did not say. What I saw was a moonshot, restrained by a dig in. Ultimately I sniffed that, nobody wins in love. The bona fides are at stake. The mob was not a validity, stranger than real. Collectively I will gather the stones to throw on god. The road warrior was dead. There was no path. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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