Eight kisses of death and I am alive
My chest is still bleeding
Come brother, come,
stitch my wounds.
Whom shall we believe, rebirth
or life after death?
Both are study of wasteland.
To speak through angels is difficult these
days and prayer has run
out its charm.
I want to swim with octopus
again,
to test its suckered tentacles.
The envy of ocean cannot stop me.
Tonight the burning candle is going to live.
Satish Verma
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