IndebtedA Poem by Satish VermaHips and the rose hips. You bite your tongue. Desire
Hips and the rose hips.
You bite your tongue. Desire has many connotations. You always feared of a free fall. I rise. The war will continue. I permit myself to talk to the waning moon. The clocks stop taday. A train whistles by. The river trembles violently under the bridge. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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