Before Bonfire Poem by Satish Verma

Before Bonfire

Rating: 5.0


Like night- blooming cereus,
you wake up, shattering the empty glass.
In your quiescence, the world would not care.

Who will worship the
fallen god and other angels? Nobody cares
for the planted sunrise in relics.

The purple pain honors
the self made character. I survive
in the shrines of bind patriarchs.

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