You Know How To Bleed

satishverma

Would we survive tomorrow?
Crossing a line, to find the dried bones.
Are you upset? Bells will not toll.

I have worn many shields.
No birthday Can you give me a reward?
Milk was no more our weapon.

It is not possible to remain
human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
of heart have started drying up.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 26th, 2021 19:18
  • Category: Nature
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'It is not possible to remain
    human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
    of heart have started drying up.'
    (but luckily, those foolish few - like me
    are still naïve enough, to dream
    our fallible dreams, of humility's: Unity)
    thank you for sharing,
    I read and learn, Guru!



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