No Ars Poetica Poem by Satish Verma
No Ars Poetica
What has happened?
A severed head falls from the sky.
Who wants to sit down and weep?
A dark pink eye in
warm screen explains the door
opens for black roses on white thorns.
A frugal pain explodes.
Why does humanity call the name?
Will we swipe off the truth?
Friday, October 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: pink
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