The Eagle SwoopsA Poem by Satish VermaWhy ending your life, on death bar,
Why ending your life,
on death bar, close to terror― of life? This is how your dreams come true― to play with inevitable ? You had nothing to bleed. One million times you kiss on the lips of wounds. We're all insane, chasing the muse in dark. Earth weeps in turn. The walls are coming up. What does the time tell about the age of many tombs? © 2019 Satish Verma |
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