I Trust
When the hate began
subordinating,
where were you?
O !
My clothes were on fire.
When you climbed the lips,
words were livid on tongue :
beyond the earth and sky,
water and air,
fire !
You stutter ?
Speak not truth.
I don’t exist ;
my flesh has become food
red meat,
dirty orchid !
I will forget me !!
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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