Some Chaste Blood Poem by Satish Verma

Some Chaste Blood

I was waiting for
you came invisible. Take my
love now. Smoke the walls.

The nightingale will
not sing. The night will not die.
But your bodyguard was inhumane.

All my skin was
silent, was taking tattoos of
Vedas. Why seers did not know?

Tuesday, August 13, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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