Convulsions Poem by Satish Verma
Convulsions
Rating: ★5.0
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.
God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.
The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
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5/6/2024 5:52:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Death is a natural process. It comes on way. Death is truth for all. This is a very brilliant poem well penned.10