BewitchingA Poem by Satish VermaAbsolutely zilch. Sometimes you feel―
Absolutely zilch.
Sometimes you feel― nothing moves. Coming out of remorse, there was no confronting power― to reason. Even time freezes in your pen, ink evaporates. The blues, become a sacred cove, where a lake would take birth. And a speaking pain will embrace your sinking boat. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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