Milk Thistle Bends Head Poem by Satish Verma

Milk Thistle Bends Head



Neutral in silent sounds
of war, to become immortal,
the heart will miss the beats violently.

Your hubris has pulled
down the savage sky. Now the flames.
will come to sing my poems.

Too painful for me
to eat hey. The thirst ignites the
candle to burn at both ends.

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