Strange PrivacyA Poem by Satish VermaStrange Privacy
Standing on a ledge―
counting the clouds. Moon will never betray me. Was it so easy to― say goodbye, after thousand words spent on you? Your skin flutters like― a flag. The big name of stain was still beautiful. Love had become a truth, of a martyr. The slaughter was a bundle of lies. How will you undo the― knots, of undying smile? That was a thrill? Go get the award of defeat. I am still working on you. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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