In Last Night, A New Song Poem by Satish Verma

In Last Night, A New Song

It looks, it is counting
of me. No celebration. I was
standing, where life ends.

Do not go in water,
where god waits. Are you telling
a lie? I am meeting the evils.

Hard, my pores are bleeding.
There is a struggle to learn the truth.
No intimate pain. I am becoming new.

Saturday, October 26, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: celebration,life,standing
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