04 August, 2024

Your Dead Poems Will Speak

A sense of defeat
after an adulteration in love. I
drink to restore the pain of god.

My success was in
lonliness to finding the realities,
but who will save the howling dreams.

Wake, wake my blood,
the city of prayers is ruined. You want. You
want to build heaven again.

Satish Verma

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