I Want Bliss Poem by Satish Verma
I Want Bliss
I don't want to
be a winner. My words
are bleeding.
A dangerous god
manipulates the universe.
Everything will come to dust
and ice.
What does the silence
say? You need to erect a
god's temple on funeral ground?
Donate your blood
for heaven's sake. The
oceans are boiling.
Such wisdom of
no use? Stop thinking to
invade the stars.
Perhaps the burning days
will forgive us.
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4/26/2024 10:11:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your vision is remarkable, Dear Poet. For example: What does the silence say? You need to erect a god's temple on funeral ground?