Opening A Wound Poem by Satish Verma

Opening A Wound



Lunatic will
not go for adultery, like
a river which doesn't come
face to face with ocean.

Ink of genuine
poetry spills on the wings
of a dying butterfly that spreads―
out without bleeding.

The poet has nothing else
to say. It was a spirtitual
fault. Man tries to overrun
the god.

The raging viper, likes
the soul, to negate the thoughts
towards anonymity to read
the age of sun.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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