The Message

The Message

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The Message

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Was it nobility
to prepare body edible,
digging waterhole?

You sell the kisses
gracefully for the suckers
in return for soul.

The water color
doesn't stay on your face in―
moon. Stars twinkle.

© 2024 Satish Verma


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Added on March 17, 2024
Last Updated on March 17, 2024
Tags: Life