My Metaphysics Poem by Satish Verma

My Metaphysics



Between the hawk and dove
flesh was the main truth from the
severed neck. Do you believe in violence?

Everything is becoming
unreal. Where the sense lives? I have
nothing to say with bizarre looks.

You were always a mystery.
I climb daily like Sisyphus to slip
back. Would I stop one day?

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