Anchorite

Layer by layer, a pterygium
was removed to improve the vision.
Eyes did not blink.

The words did not come
on your tongue.
You learned to become a stranger.

A cemetery woke up tonight.
No body was going to put
to sleep in dark.

For peace you die,
living alone with death
in a desert of bullets.

Under the sun
you abandon food for the sake of red ants,
who were going to crawl on your body.

poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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