My Solitude Poem by Satish Verma

My Solitude

You cast your spell.
You are the owner of your eyes.
The violence begins. An ant smiles

She was searching
me to say, here and there, we are
safe. Himalaya has melted.

What subjectivity?
At least the man thinks to die,
when the other thinks to destroy.

Monday, July 29, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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