Strange Thoughts

Strange Thoughts

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Strange Thoughts

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Wash your eyes
with Dusty Miller. You will be
able to read me.

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The ritual was to
pick mushroom under your
feet, not to hurt―

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on the way to meet
god. Why the violence survives
when blood dries up?

© 2023 Satish Verma


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Added on May 25, 2023
Last Updated on May 25, 2023
Tags: Life