I Will Survive Poem by Satish Verma

I Will Survive



The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.

Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.

Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?

Tuesday, October 15, 2019
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