![]() Quiet IntrospectionA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Quiet Introspection![]()
I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself. Existence betrays. After the shock, I want to ask a question in trembling voice "Why". Where the flesh ends at the edge of bones, eyes will speak. Unthinking, I pick a rose, to prick my fingers. That was the truth. Dying was easier, than to live. Still I want to stay back to see the miracle. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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