We Are Not Equaled Poem by Satish Verma

We Are Not Equaled

Too careful to forget
me. The spring will bring the slaps on
the face. Scores of pain will release butterflies.

A dream wears a
body. The moon was sleeping with
me to explode. I will start burning.

They killed the hummingbirds.
I stopped to talk. O my god, eternal bones
become axes to kill you.

Friday, September 29, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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