Forgetting IdentityA Poem by Satish VermaForgetting Identity
I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will follow the ending day, Make me moon. A skyless agony will divide our world. I become my own mirror to witness the weird happenings. The circle never makes a square. We can partition the lips of animation defining love. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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