Let's Think

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Satish Verma

O Nemesis,
a minimal existence
and quantum pain, this is
how you had insulted me.

My vessel was
empty. So much was to
be done and you are still
digging the mass grave.

Who intends to go
blind in the dim moonlight?
Poem was always at the door.

Was there another exit
of purgatory? Can
you find an amicus?

love versus hate.
On whoever you will bet?
Why there was war against the war
when nobody wins?

Why one dies on the tacks?