Mutual HurtsA Poem by Satish VermaMutual Hurts
His murmur turned
into a howl― after the blast. Pumice and ash cover the holy book. Time and space were shrinking. Like I had become lava, that snaked in the cries. Night spreads a brilliant darkness. A river starts burning. You cannot swim. I let you go to meet your gods. It is your face which floats on the sea of violence. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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