The Art Of Dying Poem by Satish Verma
The Art Of Dying
Am I normal mirrored
in? What sparks the restlessness?
What is the secret of becoming immortal?
What is the limit
of love? Till death or after too?
The trick of giving answers comes.
You want to have
nothing, even life without you. I
suddenly become fakire without pain.
Sunday, September 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: answers,giving,life
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