Who Has A Black Face Poem by Satish Verma

Who Has A Black Face

I am shedding my
hairs and words. I'm bald
and I am nude of meaning.

The sage, or a saint
and a fakir. I always loved
KABIR. He never suppressed truth.

Whose tears I may
drink? I was always eating
your salt to remain tongueless.

Saturday, August 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,life
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