Sitting On Hive Poem by Satish Verma

Sitting On Hive



Water and flares were
walking together. Who survives to
ask the god to give justice?

The deep well of
our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want
to collect the knowledge. It kills.

Love is not yours.
No light helps. It burns the core
of the heart. I have discovered my path.

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