Slaughter Of Songs Poem by Satish Verma

Slaughter Of Songs

Watching in the
dark. My pain was a big pain, came
after the solo attack of flowers.

No indictment. The
local body suffers for hush love.
The prayers forget the gods.

In nude water, the
soul takes a bath and then enters
the dead who wants to live.

Monday, December 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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