Strange LogicsA Poem by Satish VermaA blood retreats― through the gift of tears.
A blood retreats―
through the gift of tears. Pain has no religion. Why did you search the truth in ashes? A command goes waste. I didn't call a god for mercy. The dust leaps for wings. Rain leaves no scars. I will come back to gather the washed bones. A rusted wound has no thoughts left. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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