Unsung

Unsung

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Unsung

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Cannot see blood.
Someone had drawn a line
on wrist with a blade.

You were not
aware of living dead,
tangled. No snake.

Bite. Browning skin
cracked. Sleeping along orchid.
Now ultima Thule.

© 2024 Satish Verma


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Added on August 11, 2024
Last Updated on August 11, 2024
Tags: Life