Incendiary Dreams Poem by Satish Verma

Incendiary Dreams



I will fight my own
war, like the cicadas. And you
walk unlocked in rains.

There is no pain when
sun sets. I will find my peace
in the darkness of a burning heart.

You know death hesitates
flying over the jasmines. My poem has
no story. I have jumped in a volcano.

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