AltruismA Poem by Satish VermaAltruism
Truth was me
when serotonin appeared for a golden deal. Self-effacing― a fragile kiss, in bouts of darkness. Moonlight was sitting on treetops, when I was conversing with god. There was slaughter in the sea of demons. I do not survive. I do not die. In ripened pain, I will go for half-moon to solve the puzzle of bald hunger. Redwood knows― how the sap rises to build the tight grains of faith. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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