The Candle Flickers In Storm Poem by Satish Verma

The Candle Flickers In Storm



The grief was intense
in individualization. I walked on
the singed coals due to rain brutality.

Someone comes from
your back after touching Buddha
in sleep. I did it again. Killed my poem.

A speculation. I am
alone. Who lives for others? A toeless
ghost laughs, but walks very fast.

Tuesday, May 16, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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