The Caller
After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.
Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.
Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,
the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.
SATISH VERMA
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