My Silver Home Poem by Satish Verma

My Silver Home

Can you share your
success? You give pain to everyone.
You were stealing the happiness of poors.

A priceless stigma to be
lifted from the cemetery of the
creative zombies. I am turning back all the gods.

The truth has no names
no home. Only souls live to wait
for the white bodies.

Thursday, December 28, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: creative,success
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