A Room Without A Window Poem by Satish Verma

A Room Without A Window



Not a single word
counts, when disintegration starts.
The catastrophe of cadavers will stop.

I want to move away now.
The tattoo on the arms is not
able to get the mercy of a Satan.

You can fondle the moon
Bee hives, shut the doors and
Helianthus will open the big eyes.

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