To Dying Muse

by Satish Verma   Apr 20, 2024


I tried to sleep
under the sun at night. From moon
to moon summoning the pains.

Someone wants to cut
the clouds. I was indebted to darkness.
Blue light comes to kiss me.

The witch-hazel wails.
Let the blood flow from the eyes
of crying earth. Do you listen?

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