I Do Not Need The End Poem by Satish Verma

I Do Not Need The End

Walk with infidelity,
going away with sun to come in
night. Not comfortable to sleep with stars.

A poem in winter has
its own bite, when the body burns.
The soul evaporates to print pain.

In memory of Bo tree
I want to sit for ever. I
have survived all your screams.

Sunday, September 17, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,winter
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