You Are Meeting Yourself? Poem by Satish Verma

You Are Meeting Yourself?



When I was laughing,
I lost my poems. After the iron grip of
venom and fangs there was revelation.

Are you a good listener?
Great poets are on the return. My
thumb prints the key to open the mausoleum.

Will you see the truth
of murder of a prayer and the questioner
comes to know the flowing blood.

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