Strange Logics

Strange Logics

A Poem by Satish Verma
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A blood retreats― through the gift of tears.

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A blood retreats―
through the gift of tears.

Pain has no religion.
Why did you search the
truth in ashes?

A command goes waste.
I didn't call a god
for mercy.

The dust leaps for wings.
Rain leaves no scars.
I will come back
to gather the washed bones.

A rusted wound has no thoughts left.

© 2020 Satish Verma


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Added on May 30, 2020
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