No More HaltsA Poem by Satish VermaNo More Halts
To end an impasse,
I had placed a yellow rose on your lips. Where the world ends, my poem starts to seal the bond. A flock of birds flies― to reconnect the warring factions of blue winds. And the chemistry of river, sings in between the two. The green rattlesnake, falls from the moon, stops the enmity. You are not afraid, not nervous. The hummers are in vogue, flying backward. I will bring the caped jasmine to celebrate the truce. You are now astute beautiful inside. The bell will not toll today. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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