Existential

satishverma

Dying with minutes
in dark, when the sun
prepares to leave.

You cannot kill
history. It had happened
on the skin of freaks.

At midnight, I will give
a call to unseen, unheard
egoist, to forget anger.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 22nd, 2023 20:16
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 4
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