Will pursue
the star killed by a limb.
A black hole
is going to devour him.
What was ahead now
in the sea of reverse pain?
You were knocking out
your own creation.
In the hunger's wake
will you stop eating your own
words and say something
of the locked doors of eyes?
I cannot sing the scars
and unmask the fires.
It is gratifying when you are silent,
and still you are heard.
Satish Verma
the star killed by a limb.
A black hole
is going to devour him.
What was ahead now
in the sea of reverse pain?
You were knocking out
your own creation.
In the hunger's wake
will you stop eating your own
words and say something
of the locked doors of eyes?
I cannot sing the scars
and unmask the fires.
It is gratifying when you are silent,
and still you are heard.
Satish Verma
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