Fall And Death Poem by Satish Verma

Fall And Death



The space between
inside and outside was absent.
Education fails.

What is the door made
to guide a life? The tears can
not melt the rocks.

Here the pond is not
deep. You cannot bury the temple
of a broken god to sleep on a mirror.

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