Many Things

a poem by Satish Verma, India

The moment of truth
for a flower seller.
Sun will not rise today.

Learning the-
alphabets of violence.
I would not bet on you.

At nude beach
I was wearing the moon
in pitch dark.

Silently weeping
a prophet today asks
for the mercy of dead.

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