Drink My Pain Poem by Satish Verma

Drink My Pain

I was more docile.
Why has someone touched my
pain? Pray no rain of eyes.

There is much
pricking. You come and hide behind
the flames. What turn it was?

Can you walk on
molten lava? It has printed feet
of those on the run of one foot only.

Saturday, June 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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