PortraitsA Poem by Satish VermaI resent. Will remain that
I resent.
Will remain that I am. No fissures. Frozen mind. I am not thinking. Peeling off the day layer by layer. Fear refuses to cross the street. Not becoming. Not carrying any weight. The journey collects only― the names. No peaks. Restraint I say to dark. Light was waiting. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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