Meet The Karma Poem by Satish Verma
Meet The Karma
We talk about the ruins
without a war. What was that prick,
that there was no love in eyes.
Albeit your passion was
unique intriguing. I will sigh my
last poems, if my pain disappears.
Who will condone the green
fire? How long will it burn to
make the ashes sit on my forehead.
Saturday, January 7, 2023
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