There Was No Peace Poem by Satish Verma

There Was No Peace

You want to know,
why does death come? Between two
stars there was one moon to think about.

A pure love weeps. You
whisper to go. Oh my alter pain, there
is no remedy to land under black sun.

No bride remains happy.
The hero fails to satisfy the
triumph of nothing in the burning hole.

Saturday, February 3, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: hero
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