Without Shelters Poem by Satish Verma

Without Shelters

Rating: 5.0


Ahead of pain, certain
things are not to be printed on
the bronzed body of a ghost.

When you walk around
a bonfire, fireflies will come out
to make a garland.

I forget to script the rise
of a volcano in the chest of a
wandering truth.

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Profound, enigmatic words. Lovely poem.

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