I Repeat Again Poem by Satish Verma

I Repeat Again

What you have given
is not mine. Who had made the wall?
It is not my life. Love is not ready-made.

Let me write brazenly.
Build the man from the animals,
ultimately reaching the truth.

It cripples, when you
know too much. You look into
the eyes of anger to burn the subject.

Wednesday, June 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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