No, Not Me Poem by Satish Verma
No, Not Me
A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.
Where does the love go
when I seek the sparks? The milk
of eyes breaks into clots without flames.
I bend not to fall,
but to measure the time. Empty
mind is filled with shards.
Monday, December 6, 2021
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