17 February, 2021

My Reticence

You are speechless like
tasmanian blackwood. Back of my
mind, I am a little nervous.

I have to find someone
who has not committed some sin. As you
know, I will not forgive myself to come clean.

A mystic fire sears you.
But your voice remains alive for
foreword before god commits suicide.

Satish Verma

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