End Of Suffering Poem by Satish Verma

End Of Suffering



Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the
moon in dark woods.

The desires leave
the scars in dreams. I walk in
sleep to touch you.

Where the world was
going? You dismember the
frog's limbs. No rapes.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success