When Ocean Burns Poem by Satish Verma

When Ocean Burns



I drill a wall of crime
The love birds want to come
to shake the legs of truism.

The label of philosophy
suffers. What was essential to live
in peace without blood forever?

Do you make a room
of embraces? Religion always
drags you to taste the dust.

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