Pride Fall

Pride Fall

A Poem by Satish Verma

Pride Fall

The yellow rose
looks like having the same
genome as that of you.

Bending like a stem
of weeping willow.

I will leave
before dawn, when the Venus
prepares to become
Joan of Arc.

The fog sits in
your eyes. A blue veil
covers the contours of
flickering tears.

At the window
the moon waits for
final call of sun to leave
the dominion of light.

A bulge wants to leave
the shadows of broken walls.

© 2023 Satish Verma

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Added on April 2, 2023
Last Updated on April 2, 2023
Tags: Life