Sweet Blood Poem by Satish Verma
Sweet Blood
My half-written poem
right on the long track of truth, was
never finished after losing heaven.
Then why do I want
to come out of the prison of systems
and find the secret of liberation.
You sit back on the
pyre. It was not the end of love,
and the mob cries. The move will not move.
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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