You Were Within Me

satishverma

Halving my agony
was a guffaw. The hero of poetry
becomes a king of mercy.

Tears have started drying
up on cheeks. Someone wants to steal
you from me. History of pain drops.

The pilgrim's bones stand
erect in the sliding mud of hate. The
vengeance will be a wreath of flowers.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2021 21:24
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    flowers,
    imbued with the love, of those plagued
    by the fate
    of the title 'meek' - destined to inherit,
    the 'Literal' devastation
    we'll still, stubbornly title
    our dystopian remnant of Earth
    with unshakeable, Pride!
    (such a profound write,
    thanks for choosing to share!)



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