Bruised Knees

Bruised Knees

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Bruised Knees

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You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?

© 2024 Satish Verma


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