No ViolenceA Poem by Satish VermaNo Violence
Two wicks in
my earthen lamp. Love was sprayed on my wings. The gender quote was inappropriate. You of you and me of me were one. The door shuts for any god. The flowers speak of religion. The evening song was a prayer. Name was on the lips. Sea salt was piling up. You muffle my hair to awaken me. No acknowledgments were needed. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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