I Want BlissA Poem by Satish VermaI Want Bliss
I don't want to
be a winner. My words are bleeding. A dangerous god manipulates the universe. Everything will come to dust and ice. What does the silence say? You need to erect a god's temple on funeral ground? Donate your blood for heaven's sake. The oceans are boiling. Such wisdom of no use? Stop thinking to invade the stars. Perhaps the burning days will forgive us. © 2023 Satish Verma
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