DefinitionsA Poem by Satish VermaDefinitions
Becoming intimate with
pain. Laughing with death. My pastime. Then unfold me to lick the flames. You and me burn simultaneously. Why life demands toll for crossing the river of ashes and bones? Like night bird you hop and stop in neighborhood. Looking for lithe snake. September tears. It was ending after the red moon bleeds. Was there any name left for the void? © 2021 Satish Verma |
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