Into Depression Poem by Satish Verma

Into Depression



When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-

Brings the anaphylactic
shock.I look at the faces to find
out, how many times god cries.

Don't write me on
your lips like an ephemeral
smoke rising frome the castle.

Saturday, April 18, 2020
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