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Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Sitting alone, in the pain
I am eating a fallen fruit, like an old
memory. The tree helps the blindness.

Agony becomes the words in
war of attrition. Dopamine does not change
the religion, morphs into a lone star.

A dream throws you from
the immigrant moon. No land was
accepting him to stay in foreign place.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Love was a morphed pain.
You suffer to meet the foot drops.
The piety swims without water.

Have you ever finished
the desire of a dying man? The ashes
remind of the revenge of flames.

Oh god, can the light
come without the fire. Ask the moon, do
you shine at night to wake the goddess?
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
It was the last stone.
There was no second coming of the supremo.
The sun will remain black.

The sword tends to
come out. We are ascertaining who
has started the temple fire?

Between the history and.
holocaust world collapses to rise
again,but you don't invite second Buddha.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
MY friend, don't go
in light. It hurts. I will bring new
tools to fight your malicious thoughts.

Tear yourself, life is zero.
A black rose wears the crown.
The emperor goes to the woods.

On the lemon tree
the thorns have a culture. Your blood
is drawn, but it was very sweet.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Can you survive between
body and pain? My Looking glass
does not tell the real truth.

My poems wriggle in
quietness. You have taken furthest
my truth. Absolute silence screams.

If my pains come to
life, a scented kiss heals the wounds.
I need only my one deity.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Tell me exactly, the
real meaning of love!
Don't say it is flower lei.

It is also not a hornet's
breed. Will you take my shelter
one day? Truth was not worth it.

Who fathered satan
I ask? I don't recall you
O my god ! What happened?
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
You are made anew
everyday. Something is peeled off
from your skin.Sometimes blood is drawn.

It is very hurtful to
your pride. You cannot walk ****
in your house to invite the god of rains.

The sun burns your
wall of truths. Strange, there was
no one to teach history.
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