For My Smoked Eyes Poem by Satish Verma
For My Smoked Eyes
Beyond pain you
will walk to reach the success of
death. Now everything is dying.
Moon was carrying
the bones. We owe lots of debt
to the king of love.
The burnt-out temple
had the god sleeping on the
ashes of the sun between man and beast.
Thursday, October 24, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes,life,success
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