Let Us Burn The Wheels Poem by Satish Verma

Let Us Burn The Wheels

My kismat, I will
live again. I have lived, you have
to live. Pain is your guide.

I shout Zoom. I
know everything, but do not know
myself. The ignorance was a bliss.

No certainty hurts.
You grope in the dark to find the
lost eyes. The light was revengeful.

Sunday, June 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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