Studying Life Poem by Satish Verma

Studying Life



What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real? Peace will never come.

If you are virtual, I
will become a truth. The horizon
plants the moons one by one.

We are crazy. Running
again after the triangle, clefted by
the voices of sharp knives.

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