Burning With FlamesA Poem by Satish VermaWho calls my name when I am absent
Who calls my name
when I am absent from the stage? Do you want me for the endgame, my future decided beforehand? Until you come back I will remain in shadows of time to come. The grape seed extract and your brown irises have, become water lilies. And I catch fire in midstream, when night was feeding the moon. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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