In Numbed Mind Poem by Satish Verma

In Numbed Mind



The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.

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I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.

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Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018
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