The Tears Don't Come Poem by Satish Verma

The Tears Don't Come

Rating: 5.0


A great hurt bleeds
Love was trampled under rose petals.
The right to kill will continue.

How a poem heals
the sorrow of a genocide. I will
not allow the world to end.

To join mushrooms
coming out like a fairy ring to cool
the fires in the eyes of the moon.

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