Life Has Become A Constant Poem by Satish Verma
Life Has Become A Constant
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You live in your own
world. I fall like Niagara riddled
with memories peddled with blood signature.
What was a Pi in the
ocean of tears. I drag the body of
fallen tree of virtue.
The roots are spiking
up to talk to the sun. What was the
meaning of light years in dark?
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5/5/2024 7:09:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Powerful and thought provoking write. Very perceptive title.