To Sit In Burning Ghats Poem by Satish Verma

To Sit In Burning Ghats

Are you a judge
of yourself? Will a lonely night asks,
Why will I drink hemlock?

Improving myself
behind the words and molten lava,
an odd embrace of the moon happens.

Where on a barren
path, to share the thorns,
and black cobras, you become a sacrifice?

Wednesday, October 9, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lonely
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