A Revisory Argument

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Satish Verma

To happen and between
happened there was, a time to introspect,
hatching a cryptic ache.

Sitting on the rainbow in
morning, the importance of justice was
evident. But black clovers snatched.

I will repeat. The arc
was very long. Who hangs to commit
suicide in the showers of blessings?

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I love your poems in this

I love your poems in this style.  The last stanza of this poem compares bleak irony to hope's iridescent and effulgent showers.


Starward