Some Stories Poem by Satish Verma

Some Stories

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Building my ruins
again. There was no pain out
of love. Unreality was valid.

My voice is changing to
recuse the black thoughts. No
moon comes near me any more.

I want to become as
I was, to renew the nakedness of
truth. Life has made it dirty.

Thursday, April 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: nakedness
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