Drink My Hemlock Poem by Satish Verma
Drink My Hemlock
It is an art to
die, without living. The blood
comes down in eyes.
Which eyes I would
study, and say I want to go.
My world is burning.
One day I will laugh
or be sad. I will pile the
wood and no one dies.
Sunday, November 10, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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