Too OldA Poem by Satish VermaIn times of stress― the island sinks. Will
In times of stress―
the island sinks. Will plant a tree today. Will dream again of the fall. When there was violence. In new bottle― there was old wine as panacea of dementia. I will not forget your name, though I don't remember me © 2020 Satish Verma |
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