Their lies
Fall like rain
On the villages and forests
The deserts and the rivers
The cities and the mountains
Fall on him and her and me and you.
And in the falling
The lies change to blood and fire
Into poison dew.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2021
Friday, 10 December 2021
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Outstanding poem. We're severely lacking in Great Poets in these doleful days.
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