No Miracles Poem by Satish Verma
No Miracles
The newness learns a
lot about dystopia. I want to marry
you of last birth again.
The rattle snake raises
its head, to understand human
nature, waiting to throw venom.
I will do it again to
write with my blood. No need of
hundred salutes You know how to cut thumbs.
Newness fives us learning. Life is beautiful with courageous whim. This poem is brilliantly penned.
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5/4/2024 5:30:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of great depth. Thought provoking.