My Dilemma Was Pure Poem by Satish Verma

My Dilemma Was Pure



I am taking birth
again on singed coals.The grinding
will light the colored sparks.

The tyranny gives
up fangs one day to get stigma
washed. The windows have been changed

My philosophy gambles.
Has no hypothesis to improve the
world. I want to burn the results.

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