My Penance Poem by Satish Verma
My Penance
Do not want to be
judged by trivia. Only
non-words would appeal me.
The infiniteness.
It has great strength. There
is no ending, no pause.
The ghost house
still haunts me, where I
found the truth and young lies.
The anatomy of
death will exhibit the
red blood. No tears.
And when you live
with memory loss, only
last word will remain on your lips.
The suicidal truth
was always fascinating.
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