Knives Still Glitter Poem by Satish Verma

Knives Still Glitter

What happened?
In the loud screams. I was searching
death. Part of life sorrow must come.

You run after the
success sitting along the demised
souls. Departure will decide, how to go.

Watercolor comes down
without eyes. You want to shut the
windows of happiness. I am drinking hemlock.

Saturday, April 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,sorrow,success
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