Time Is Dying, Give Back My Happiness Poem by Satish Verma
Time Is Dying, Give Back My Happiness
I want to sell my
thoughts, to feed my heart. Do not
come near the volcano.Lava is still hot.
The king was slaughtered
amids hawthorns. No one loves him after
death. I quote Kafka. Love comes back.
The fallibility is the truth.
Bones break, but the body
still runs like a jaguar.
Thursday, March 16, 2023
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