No Other Pains Poem by Satish Verma
No Other Pains
Rating: ★5.0
What is the final
love in first death. Knowing the
secret had become organic.
No admiration. How
far away you go to destroy me. The return
of ruins, has my bowl full of fire.
I hit my dreams not
to come to comfort me. The last days
are coming near. I count my poems.
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