Gifted Pain Poem by Satish Verma

Gifted Pain

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Give me the original, not
a fake yes. The coins were rolling
back in deep well of abuses.

The politics of love was
yours. I was always a tutor of innocent
truths of life. Let's explore betrayal.

You were my religion. Taking
a bath in the lake of lies. Tell me
from where the light will come.

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