Truth Was Introvert

satishverma

Tethered to the Bo tree,
first I see you, then I don't. Silence was
my strength between you and me

Water in water gives you
a mirror of greying heart in heart. that
never stops the beat even after death.

Can you sing in pain?
The blood blocks the voice of god
birthing in the twilight of my faults.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2021 19:48
  • Category: Nature
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