To The Country Poem by Satish Verma

To The Country

I cannot sleep on
the thorns after the spiders encountered
on grass to take revenge.

A gay violence breeds.
Only pain agrees to dance
clockwise. And thus you give a call.

No it is not possible
to make friends again. The blood
revolts and you have to give space.

Thursday, May 2, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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