Myths Of Centuries

Myths Of Centuries

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Myths Of Centuries

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Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon,
the wound becomes bigger.

Mask after mask,
you will never find the
real face. The cannibalism
makes you sick.

I survived the branding.
O god, I will never
shame you. The virginity
was at stake in the hands
of angels.

You receive the bullet,
when glowers were thrown.
Violence has a price.
Brick by brick you make
the temple again.

© 2024 Satish Verma


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Violence has a huge price and many times it is the innocent that are the victims of all the horrific atrocities that are committed. People and homes blow to bits and worse.

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Added on April 18, 2024
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Tags: Life