The Virgin Pain Poem by Satish Verma

The Virgin Pain

Rating: 5.0

Loneliness. The bee
bites. An instinct was to meet
now the sting of love.

If I survive, will you
pay the price of keeping death at bay?
Where has the pain of Venus gone?

Beyond the fable
lie the tears of a broken rock
getting ready to meet the clay.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Venkat Easwaran 24 September 2023

Beautiful expression. As always

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Jayne Louise Davies 21 September 2023

Top marks***** Thanks for sharing

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