You Are Seen Everywhere Poem by Satish Verma

You Are Seen Everywhere



You will be in a poem.
Beheaded. I am not yet born.The
sinister hand refuses to pull me out.

Something breaks in me.
Sometimes I ask the flowers to sit on
ears and I will talk with narcissists.

Untitled my pain comes
again and again. I am let in the
light of rising moon to recall you.

Friday, November 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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