Books Are Opiate Poem by Satish Verma

Books Are Opiate



I have shocked myself
mired in stanzas of my poems.
Even love was revengeful.

What do you want to convey
when you are changing the nouns?
Flesh was going to win the brain.

Buddha will be born again.
Will ask me to strip slowly to show
me cuts and bleeding wounds.

Tuesday, August 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: wounds
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