Unmasked Tulips

satishverma

In your blood are you
comfortable? I will give you myself
whole. Can you call me Buddha?

Want to take away my
blackness without any confession. Your
tongue had become blue, hinged.

Why disquieting under
the water. It is not the shipwreck. We
are swimming to find the depth of love.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2021 23:43
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Why disquieting
    under
    the water.
    It is not the shipwreck. We
    are swimming
    to find the depth of love.'
    Guru, your words
    need to be enshrined somewhere
    so all of time can reflect and acknowledge
    such a distilled account, of humanity's
    most self-destructive: trait
    those festering poisons that lurk, beneath our skin
    in our shallow rivers of tainted blood, 'veined-glory'
    from the divisive oxygen of intolerance and hate
    we've been force-fed, since birth....!



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