(5-6-1935 / )

Essence

I am trying not to
think loud, analyse, undress scars.
Tremors will answer.

Not understood well.
Will write charity of giving
blood to unborn poems.

Sounds and dust have
no names. I bounce back
to claim my right to unspeak.

by Satish Verma

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I bounce back to claim my right to unspeak..... //..... This is just amazing. Thanks.