Every Sound Of Pain Poem by Satish Verma

Every Sound Of Pain

I have to say
nothing to more than my hundred
poems, who will want you.

From a star to the
moon, a river flows to touch the
untouched immortality. But the sun dies.

What is the meaning
of life? Will you smile or cry? Tell me
the external pain has turned white?

Wednesday, December 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: immortality,river
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