Wisdom SuffersA Poem by Satish VermaWisdom Suffers
When the various attempts fail.
You become a sage. Always I will question the unveiled moon, why anger was surging in the disturbed night? Let me complete my story. Will you wait for my final confession? When my pain morphs into a poem, I will discover myself― in your absence. And when you put on purposely, the pink― lipglow, I go lonely. The gift of parting was the death wish for a fluttering moth, to fly towards the glittering flame. © 2021 Satish VermaReviews
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