You Know How To Bleed Poem by Satish Verma

You Know How To Bleed



Would we survive tomorrow?
Crossing a line, to find the dried bones.
Are you upset? Bells will not toll.

I have worn many shields.
No birthday Can you give me a reward?
Milk was no more our weapon.

It is not possible to remain
human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
of heart have started drying up.

Thursday, September 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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