Without DressesA Poem by Satish VermaWithout Dresses
Do you hear the
unheard voices of violence? I ask myself. The events change with moon's faces. I tell you and everyone. The pain of forgetting, come when you don't want to forget. You were destroying the unknown. The history repeats the solitude of glaciers. Carbon of earthly fires was burning the ice. The collective strength of legs crosses the river of hate. We love after hurting each other. I pray, I beseech to stop the voiceless suffering. The horizon has no depth. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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