In My Pain Of Sun Poem by Satish Verma
In My Pain Of Sun
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When the emptiness
speaks to collect the noughts,
it was all time strange dying.
The blood was exiled.
No visible injury. Deep inside
a void was filled with weird sounds.
Honey bees learn adultery.
From one rose to another. Now I
want a temple of no gods.
Sunday, May 15, 2022
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