Who Lives For You? Poem by Satish Verma

Who Lives For You?

Ideology is not my
subject. I read only faces in the dark.
This life is sharp aching.

Why do you talk about
blood, bones and murder, though
we are heading for suicides.

Why is this restlessness?
Your legs tremble while walking on zoom.
Was it existence in bright light?

Monday, August 19, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,murder
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