It Happens To Me Only Poem by Satish Verma

It Happens To Me Only



My words float in
air. Your pulse moves very fast like
chirping crickets. We must mate in metaphysics,

Half-truths prevail and rule.
O my god save me. I cannot swim
in the boiling river of melting mount.

How far is the peace?
After the terrible pain of questions
the actual comes and goes in tears.

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