My Consciousness Poem by Satish Verma

My Consciousness



Make it your friend
your suffering. A dead book will
tell you to survive the lightning.

I am not myself to
know you O god. Remaining forlorn
I pick the sand again to make my home.

I cannot pay your debt
in truth and integrity. A bucket
of blood will be sufficient.

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