Into Depression

satishverma

When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-

Brings the anaphylactic
shock.I look at the faces to find
out, how many times god cries.

Don't write me on
your lips like an ephemeral
smoke rising frome the castle.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 28th, 2024 20:59
  • Category: Nature
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