What Is Man? Poem by Satish Verma

What Is Man?

Beautiful murders.
I have nothing to display, but
sometimes the truth turns to lie.

A melancholy of my
philosophy hurts. I change my
style. I want freedom to choose any path.

Only you want to
intimate with a hemlock to ask
bloody questions about changing the name.

Wednesday, October 16, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy,freedom,life
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