God, What is Your Real Name?

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Satish Verma

My pain has universality.
I don't remember my name.
My poems live in the roses.

Falling short in the eyes
of the sun? I will smear the ash on my
forehead. Love will not immigrate.

Was it a revolution?
Getting there to jump in a volcano
to burn the future. Take away all my shadows.

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Although I do not care for

Although I do not care for the title of the poem, I really like the text of the poem.  The succinct and short statements give the poem an enormous verbal power.


Starward