An Endless Fear Poem by Satish Verma

An Endless Fear

Life has broken you
again. Death is not the solution.
My silence speaks in an Aryan tone.

Give me a glass of
water. I want to see my face in
moving water. A poem laughs from the rim

The space between
theory and philosophy is increasing.
The stuttering has something to say.

Sunday, October 27, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy,life,water
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