YOUR SPACE
Poetry
To Die for Something
Carrying a pillar of
pain, I stand before the sun. The
dementia fails to spoil me.
What is the pathology
of flesh between the souls? Can we
count the steps of the spiritual scream?
The picture was horror-struck.
The muse looks beyond the veil
that was covering the inferno.
Feeling the pain and standing in front of the scorching sun! What a beautiful line, Satish jee! Depth in meaning.
Padma
, Hyderabad
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 14, 2022