Phobia And Love Poem by Satish Verma

Phobia And Love

Rating: 5.0


I am watching myself.
Life is not the same. It is dented.
The mental peace is cracking.

Am I racist, the god
said in sleep, as if in terminal pain.
Who made the humans. I won't think.

What was your grief?
I wanted to know from a dying myth.
The resilience has failed against the blood.

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