New Sports

New Sports

A Poem by Satish Verma
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New Sports

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I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.

I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.

Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.

I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.

We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.

© 2024 Satish Verma


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Added on January 17, 2024
Last Updated on January 17, 2024
Tags: Life