Dying Is Easy Poem by Satish Verma
Dying Is Easy
An aubade, I will not be
able to sing. Have you got a
Midas touch? I ask my love.
Trying to become whole.
Will you keep me in your heart?
When identity fails you become human.
Searching for common traits
in us, when the country suffers,
Why did we find deep pains?
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