Drifting

Drifting

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Drifting

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Killing field
was still red!

What you were
searching in moonlight?

A small poem
cannot provide balm
for troubled mind.

Moon will come
every night to find
his paramour.

Words keep on
changing the sounds.

© 2024 Satish Verma


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Added on May 15, 2024
Last Updated on May 15, 2024
Tags: Life