Open My Fists Poem by Satish Verma

Open My Fists

Will you exit the
love of killing yourself? Where are
black boards to tear the white papers.

Where does kindness live?
There are burning coals in your
palm. Why do you want to eat them?

Where are colorless
clouds to rain red? O my friend
everything is turning poison.

Monday, November 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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