Amnesia Lives Poem by Satish Verma

Amnesia Lives



To carry back the legacy
you stand like the sea horse in silent
water. Who made this plasma?

You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
relationship to kill each other.

Crisp and dry, the lips
of violet flames were always making ashes.
The color of the rusted home becomes blood.

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