Said In Part

Said In Part

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Impacted in lunar surface, the centuries of dust and

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Impacted in lunar surface, 
the centuries of dust and 
dust of centuries, were willing to surrender 
orange love, 
hovering over your trajectory. 

The second death will not 
come, flesh consumed. 
I will draw your profile 
in white desert of psalms. 
Life was a big funeral. 

Footprints in snow were vanishing. 
I have come afar from the 
home. I don't want to leave 
the traces of my missteps. 
Time was very venomous. 

The roses will not die, never.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on October 21, 2018
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