In Serene Mind Poem by Satish Verma

In Serene Mind



Give me my weird
pain, after you have immersed the
ashes of books, you never read.

A wrong dynasty-
monster, stealing our love words.
No space left to sit the idols.

Blood spurts like a hot
spring to shame the golden knife.
Where do the memories come from?

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