You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.
Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.
You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.
Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.
Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.
Satish Verma
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.
Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.
You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.
Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.
Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.
Satish Verma
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