The Virgin Blood Poem by Satish Verma
The Virgin Blood
Not an idiom. It was
a conversation with self. You cannot
turn your eyes away from black moon.
Truth remains impersonal
Can you fight with your alienation?
Were you ready to discover love's pain?
The death of a bo tree
reminds you Buddha? Why not a genius
is born now? Will you destroy yourself?
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