Tormenting Dreams

satishverma

Half-burnt, I am
raising my hand and my poems are
working crossing the pains.

The collected suicide
of the nightingales have given the worry.
I am living in the desert of love.

Humankind is becoming
rare. The tulips have started
talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2021 19:54
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'The collected suicide
    of the nightingales have given the worry.'
    'my poems are
    working crossing the pains.'
    'The tulips have started
    talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?'
    'Humankind is becoming
    rare.'
    (sheer Brilliance, as ever: Guru
    please forgive my rude rearranging
    of your masterly lines)



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