MetaphysicallyA Poem by Satish VermaMetaphysically
Drop for drop
moon bites. You were ready to taste venom. The honey prompts to heal the wounds of autopsy. Resuscitation takes place. Life sucks the peace― dear god. Any other place to busy the pains. How to erase your name from torn papers. There is always a print. It requires morning breeze to stop the scream. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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