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Satsih Verma
Poems
Jul 2018
Don't Bless Me
Standing on a rock
near a temple's dome, the
bells chime voicelessly.
For a dark secret, passing
through your big eyes, the colors
want to believe in cryonics.
Freezing the dead body, of pastβ
face intact, making a heap
of wins, the bundle of desires.
Only skeletons of empty
words hang from the windows
where chattering sparrows used to sit on sills.
Give me your skin. I will
were that till end, creaseless,
hanging from the bony arms.
I am still alive daring the
tomorrow to walk through me.
#life
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