IncantingA Poem by Satish VermaIt was restless mind and I ask you something.
It was restless mind
and I ask you something. The grammar. When something big― happens, I find an excuse to say small things. O invisible! how do I resolve the puzzles of life. It had become a big traumatic event. The rain― of inflected words backed up by silence, keeps me running― to find the import. Tell me― how do I remember you. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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