I Was Unknown

by Satish Verma   Feb 5, 2024


Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.

Like fawns in a blood
room. I don't know how to treat
life, when you are impersonal.

The art of annihilation
is known to everyone. Naked as blue
whale. The sea horse always stands.

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