The Influence Of Unknowing Poem by Satish Verma

The Influence Of Unknowing



The stale words and
old meanings try to retrieve your
stolen pain. I am ready to burn my hands.

Death will not visit
again if you become a caveman.
Bipolar dress appears as a fashion.

I look at my lost
thumbs. I cannot climb the Himalayas.
But the sun will come to salute me.

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