What Is Not Yours? Poem by Satish Verma
What Is Not Yours?
Metamorphosis.
My pre-pain blooms. My foot
wear breaks. I walk barefoot.
Every sound hurts.
The cocoon will not burst. Kafka
breaks the line and puts a stop.
Before the law, you
were happy. Now it is time to
kill the truth. No one sees.
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