A Trinket Agony Poem by Satish Verma

A Trinket Agony



I have not done this
to me with a purpose to arrest the door
keeper. How can you live without kith and kin?

This is a tribute to the
pain of giving blood to a tree of thoughts
Was it a nightmare to write a poem?

Do you think the world
will die one day. Bloomers
will put the body in a cauldron?

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