Lifting The Dead Poem by Satish Verma
Lifting The Dead
Rating: ★5.0
The prophecy looks into
your eyes. Too cruel to be born again.
Life challenges the rising pain.
I have wounded myself.
The familiar faces have become strangers.
Do you recognise me shirtless?
Who wants to sleep under the
Bo tree to realize the failing truth
of man in this crowded world.
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4/23/2024 4:07:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece of work that needs to be meticulously comprehended. I like your short poems loaded with wisdom. Sir, your poetic journey is quite meaningful and precious.