MementosA Poem by Satish VermaMementos
When huge trees
walk, the rocks tremble. This was a sacred ritual, to get the tang of stings. Distressed, the naked eye roams in ruins. Behind the veil, the moon will heal the acid burns. How will you celebrate the night, for sylvan setting? © 2024 Satish Verma |
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