In Black LightsA Poem by Satish VermaIn Black Lights
The day wears me out,
when I don't think of you, and a poem was not written. A quasi-sin to forget, connecting with past to find the solution of gated exits. Soon you will enter, the mythological world and I would feel a grim threat. I filtered light plays a game with me, like a sword of moon slicing the darkness to spit out the stars. The terror holds you tightly, will not let you go back to drown your baby thoughts. And when the explosion takes place, only the muse will survive to tell the tale of unique love. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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