A Bloody Fist Poem by Satish Verma

A Bloody Fist

God gives you eyes and
light. Future will come slowly
and your prison starts.

The existence wants
to be buried. But I warn myself.
The ariel had a difficult design.

I walk with a miracle.
The days are turning back. The night
cuts the dark to bleed the sun.

Tuesday, August 27, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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