In Silent Burial Poem by Satish Verma
In Silent Burial
Rating: ★5.0
This was the night of
torture. Why the sun went to sleep
in twilight? Black panther turns vulcanic.
Let us make a bargain.
A long deep grave opens the mouth
to receive the guests seeking justice.
If you think about a
myth of a flight in a moonrise,
nobody knocks at the door.
Thursday, May 19, 2022
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5/3/2024 8:04:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Every night is a torture. When sun betrays the days, who can be the keeper of light, of truth! Good poem, Satishji. Top score.