A Collosal Mistake
Flawed,
death will not end the pain
of words :
let me, not
bury them, encroaching
upon the meaning –
for a rusted
consequence, a truth
was left on the road.
This was evening
of a rose
after the birth of an angel,
accepting nothing after
the first denial
like a new lie.
Satish Verma
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