Boundaries Poem by Satish Verma

Boundaries



The city breaks me,
when you try to bury memory
in the feral woods.

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Pains shall not buy
the tears as an evidence
of endless slaying.

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There was no time
to halt between life and death.
Someone pulls the string.

Friday, May 4, 2018
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Bernard F. Asuncion 05 May 2018

Dear Satish, such a profound poem👍👍👍

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