Im Selfish Vein

What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding
yourself from you?

Was it a non-existence?
Or you were writing an
unseen anthology?

Was that your kin choice
for a reciprocal pain,
inflicted in dark?

Between right and wrong
I am laying my wreath
on my grave.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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