Everything Is A Stone Poem by Satish Verma
Everything Is A Stone
You break a stone
to build a language. My target
was to knit a whole for a new man.
It is not me. This
life is fake. To whom I pull from the well.
My poem of slaughter stopped coming on paper.
The season was changing.
My pain was not air, not water and burning coal.
My words come weeping.
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