Give Me The Wings Of Snake Poem by Satish Verma

Give Me The Wings Of Snake

I am today, what I was
not, yesterday. You want to make me
small. I am bigger than you, O God.

What will you do,
if your life vanishes and
death walks all around?

Love and pain are
synonyms. Give me a prism. If you
have love, death will never be painful.

Saturday, May 11, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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