Overpowering Poem by Satish Verma

Overpowering

How do we reach
here to drop the words of murder.
Nobody will live for others.

The seeds were buried
like never to grow up to become Bo
trees. The wisdom will start crying.

What is the future
of the cosmos of many stars moving?
Towards the black hole? Which god will stop suicide?

Wednesday, January 31, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: murder,suicide
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