Theme: Life

Sucking Blatatly

This was the pain through the window
in humility.
Cannot catch a break in rambling rose,
carrying the dead crown of
a tryant.

The blindness makes
a presence.
People are bidding farewell
to the bloody son.

I want to come in death
now, after thousand years,
living in violence
of man.

The untouchable moon
was laughing.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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