When God Sleeps Poem by Satish Verma
When God Sleeps
It was modernism.
The wind blows above the wings.
Poetry shouts war.
An ocean pain spreads.
Weather beats the years. Like tangerines
you hallucinate red poppies.
You have taken away
my eyes, ears and tongue. I will
not run out the blood tears.
Friday, May 13, 2022
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