In Numbed Mind

The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.


I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.


Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 22nd, 2022 20:52
  • Category: Nature
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