Beyond InfinityA Poem by Satish VermaBeyond Infinity
I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas have solemnity. Will walk on the blue trumpets, to start talkathon with soul of the tree. Why we are born to die? Can you stop this cycle? Tell me the truth of the road. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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