![]() OvernightA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Unstitch my memories, I have come home,![]()
Unstitch my memories,
I have come home, My bag was full of worries. How will I spread my age? An old man reading the palms― cannot find the glasses. After a mutiny, nothing was left of a hissing pyramid. Tell me the shape of tomorrow to come. In dark I have to bury my name. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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