Your God, My God Poem by Satish Verma
Your God, My God
I want to make you feel my
presence, by my unease, with not mincing my
words to show my synchronicity.
The pain will not pay
heed. I continue to wash my wounds.
with blood. Can it be retrieved?
The vultures are descending.
I am collecting the cadavers. There
were no scars. Who washed them?
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5/2/2024 12:08:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very remarkable poem. Very impressive poem.Thank you so much for sharing