YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Who did not Die?
Horror, how big it was?
Watching the dead bodies floating on
the river. A voice screams. Dearth said mercy.
Looking at the truth of
pain, the end smiles. Then who killed
oneself? The right to kill was not religion.
What can be the last wish
of a stone buried in the grave of a
resuscitated angel after the death?
A good poem and emotions well expressed, Satish jee.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Nov 22, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 22, 2021