Open Wounds Poem by Satish Verma
Open Wounds
You were asking a pound
of flesh. What kind of love it was-
to burn the sky at dusk?
In corridors, power
releases honeybees. Rains were
asked to stop in jars.
Scapegoats run toward
the fire of jungle. Himalayas are
falling in deep sea.
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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12/13/2025 1:19:13 AM # 1.0.0
You were asking a pound of flesh. What kind of love it was- to burn the sky at dusk? In corridors, power releases honeybees. Rains were asked to stop in jars. Scapegoats run toward the fire of jungle. Himalayas are falling in deep sea.