For ReincarnationA Poem by Satish VermaFor Reincarnation
Head hunting
in ghost time. You had tried to influence the stars. A whitefly bickers, that there was no more a prey, revealing the faults. You were very near and very far. Untouched, a wandering soul cries for the rebirth. Receive me as a thought, as a blood, as a seed. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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