Dying Abundantly Poem by Satish Verma

Dying Abundantly



Non-existent violence
succeeds. And I was not happy. You wear
a moon in the dark night.

Who were you in chains?
Immersing yourself in the river of funeral ghat.
I will carry the ash of stars.

Hurting no one. Already
I was not alive in the hour of game,
when comets do not leave footprints.

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