Unsung Poem by Satish Verma

Unsung

Rating: 5.0


Cannot see blood.
Someone had drawn a line
on wrist with a blade.

You were not
aware of living dead,
tangled. No snake.

Bite. Browning skin
cracked. Sleeping along orchid.
Now ultima Thule.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019
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