Elixir Is Bitter Poem by Satish Verma
Elixir Is Bitter
My thumb prints the
blood. From where the sun rises?
Don't tell me everything. Mond shatters.
The Annual rings were
increasing in the woods. Why
is someone collecting the skulls?
Is it a crime to
remain free? The dead are perfect.
Mouths are still open to shut the hearts.
Sunday, April 16, 2023
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