Tone DeafnessA Poem by Satish VermaTone Deafness
Becoming numb to poverty―
in terror mode, you fluster and behave sensibly. The anonymous entry of a walking grief― covers the violence of words. Your sun burns without giving light. You climb your poem to find the answer. The eyes shut. You feel the assault of night. There was no undying love between the strangers. The conversation ignites the sparks. Carbon spreads on your shirt. The red circle blunts the knife. You cannot kill yourself. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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