In Selfish Vein
What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding
yourself from you ?
Was it a non-existence ?
Or you were writing an
unseen anthology ?
Was that your kin choice
for a reciprocal pain,
inflicted in dark ?
Between right and wrong
I am laying my wreath
on my grave.
Satish Verma
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