You Don't Have Any Existence Poem by Satish Verma

You Don't Have Any Existence

This is not mine, my pain.
Do not give it to me You will never
walk out from the revolt of philosophy.

Will you break the
bread? The blood has stopped
coming. Was my existence was disputable?

This world was formed
for whom? The snakes are
dancing without snake charmer.

Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy,life,snake
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