You Will Not Smell Poison

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Satish Verma

This world is not going
to change the capricious hands of
rulers. Don't think a lot. Let the fever rise.

Can you move away
from your death? It is inconsolable.
A bewitching effect is sighted.

A queer probe starts of.
the fight between mirrors and scorpions.
Ask for water hemlock. Nothing appears.

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As always with these poems, I

As always with these poems, I applaud your style.  This poem's second and third stanza are particularly eerie.


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