Paying ObeisanceA Poem by Satish VermaPaying Obeisance
In a wink, the moon
leaps for a journey to self. I will severe my thumb. * To smear on your bright forehead. Oh god your crisp wisdom has failed. * The community of words becomes dirty. The beauty gone lost, nobody wears a mask. © 2023 Satish Verma |
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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