The Meaning TrembleA Poem by Satish VermaThe Meaning Tremble
You were tied
to weird questions, since the saga began. Praise your maker, look how do I kill me, by raising you― bit by bit? I was riding a tiger. In truth what was not possible, when the palace burned? Who will explain the intrigue, the mystery of disappearance when the eyes can see through. Small, too small to make a hole in the heart a piquant word, which bleeds the poem. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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