Ambiguity Poem by Satish Verma

Ambiguity



A young loved one picks
the lineage, and little words
collect the big big thoughts. Life sizzles.

Who was about to
expire? My thumb leaves an imprint.
It must be cruel, which should not be.

My faith deceives, like
a bird falls on the flames. Was it a
suicide? The wall breaks to exit the home.

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