O Stings I Am Alive Poem by Satish Verma

O Stings I Am Alive

I do not need
credibility. The truth automatically
finds its home on the earth.

No short cuts. I will
walk straight on thorns. I will
not be finished by bleeding from pores.

You pick my footfalls.
I will shut my eyes to meet the immortal.
What was the cycle of repetition?

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