Was It Atrocious? Poem by Satish Verma

Was It Atrocious?

Lifting my zero
gravity, you bite my arms
to take revenge for throwing roses.

I am collecting the
ruins of the future. Part with me.
O my past, you bleed.

It is warm, it is
cool. You cover your head in the rain
I open my heart when you come.

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