The Unknown Dying Poem by Satish Verma

The Unknown Dying

Do not expose the
suffering. Your fingers will quiver.
But this was not your failure.

The path makes itself
when truth walks with you. But the
wind will not be decisive.

The unknown questions
have answers. A supermacy of heart
is on mind when you stop thinking.

Monday, September 18, 2023
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