There Was Embezzlement Poem by Satish Verma

There Was Embezzlement

No one cries when
the house goes on fire. You want to
start a new saga.

The heart burns,
the heart weeps. Doors were closed,
but never opened.

The love of flames
discovers its purity. The dust
makes its own god.

Friday, August 2, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: house,life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success