Brooding Over YouA Poem by Satish VermaBrooding Over You
A city grows in you
overnight. You stand on the bridge to watch the train whistling by. More poems in starry eyes. I catch the bouquet of nicotiana― the night bloomer. Nihilism tends to wash the pungent smell of purgatory. Who was not a sinner? When you are sad I forget good byes and bring the swan song of an oracle. The truth does not shine now. I make friends with black ciphers, which were pure. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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