Gruelling Descent Poem by Satish Verma

Gruelling Descent



Cheating on the god,
sit with me for a song. I will clean
the ethnic blood of undying pain.

Time to leave my wounds
and walk away to an ocean of love,
to forget the carnage of the sky.

You have not given me
as such. O my god, where I have
made hundreds of temples for you.

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