Where The Love Lives? Poem by Satish Verma

Where The Love Lives?



A blind end. No pain.
The path leaves, washing the
inside and outside. My carafe breaks.

Where will the water go?
Can we create a silence of nothingness?
The materials scream in a loud voice.

The abnormal looks beautiful.
I search for the answers in the dark.
My thoughts shout, My art was stolen.

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