ConvulsionsA Poem by Satish VermaConvulsions
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road of undanced goddess. God of sins waits. Light refuses to enter the eyes looking at sky. The beehive spills to make you human of vanishing tribe. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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Added on July 18, 2024 Last Updated on July 18, 2024 |

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