29 october 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Into Depression

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.

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