What Is Your Choice? Poem by Satish Verma

What Is Your Choice?

I am defeated by myself.
Not surrender, not pain. It was
not loud. Just decapitation.

A dreamer will not
salute the earth, asking how to die.
No ripples to discover why to make stones.

Where does the light
come from? From obscurity or burning
chimney. Nothing appears like truth.

Thursday, January 11, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: obscurity
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