Beautiful Mind

By: Satish Verma

Like the toothache in the throes of pain
I simmer by lamp in the half-moon night.
There is nothing in me to burn
for the sake of flickering light.

Life has run out of laughter.
How long to ignore
and how long to hide
the stink of graveyard of unburied dolls.

Death is not the full stop.
Man versus man, the match of hate continues,
Horror and dread of making again
the pictures o beautiful mind.

SATISH VERMA

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