Dead Pains Poem by Satish Verma

Dead Pains



I will search you in
moonless nights by poem power
to locate your golden words.

Between a thing and thang
thoughts come. The long arms of
adoration do not want to kill unspoken love,

The arrival of the moon cools
the burning questions in my fists.
I will not say why I was red.

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