Give Me Back My Love Poem by Satish Verma

Give Me Back My Love



You stole my shade
to bare it all, culling the lethal
truth, when someone goes blank.

I was not bonecipher.
My blood flows in your veins.Yesterday
I killed myself on paper. Ink is still screaming.

It hurts to collect the dead.
The grief becomes obsolete. Life gets
naught in the crowd of angels.

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