Who Will Be A Judge? Poem by Satish Verma

Who Will Be A Judge?



O guardian pain,
when you sleep-I remember
of a sin to catch fireflies of love.

The listener has no
ears. Understands by eyes. You want
to write with the blood of a weeping god.

Are you a waister of
hungry stories of the werewolves?
The executioner waits for the offender.

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