Not Bargaining Poem by Satish Verma

Not Bargaining

Pave the way for
a wound. When will we find solace?
I will hit love across the moon

My fingers remain
twisted like question marks. But who will
give so many answers. Sun covers his face.

Where do the thinkers have
gone? Self-correction must start.
Can you wash the body. How to put off fire, God?

Saturday, May 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: answers,life
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