Friday 10 December 2021


 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

1 comment:

  1. Outstanding poem. We're severely lacking in Great Poets in these doleful days.



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