Dying Abundantly Poem by Satish Verma
Dying Abundantly
Non-existent violence
succeeds. And I was not happy. You wear
a moon in the dark night.
Who were you in chains?
Immersing yourself in the river of funeral ghat.
I will carry the ash of stars.
Hurting no one. Already
I was not alive in the hour of game,
when comets do not leave footprints.
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: chains,funeral,hurting,river
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Life
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