The Final RetreatA Poem by Satish VermaIn reality― you were in a ring of fire. I had been
In reality― you were
in a ring of fire. I had been left with no claim on you. Your failure had become mine. This was not the game― changer. Moon had latched on the watery eyes. Synapsis had started to break away. The god wears different apparels― as per the need of the occasion. Nobody is going to say, rest in peace. Gradually I will stop speaking about myself. When my time comes, I will lose everything and set you free. The blind eagle will find its abode. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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