Before I Sing Poem by Satish Verma

Before I Sing



You have let him
down. I have not reached anywhere.
The wheels stop. There was no water.

In articulation you
will cry all night. I invite your nature.
The silver line will become shy.

A bloodshot moves. The
words want to wear the thorns.
No one wants to defend the wounded.

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