A Prison Dream Poem by Satish Verma
A Prison Dream
Rating: ★5.0
This world is not
mine. I was born in water. Not,
not the earth had come.
No voices, no crowds.
The gods had not landed till
then. The thieves were here and there.
The birth was less.
My poems were scorching
again. Nothing to eat.I woke to death.
Monday, August 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,life,voices
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 2:09:05 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
