My PledgeA Poem by Satish VermaMy Pledge
Put on hold your pain,
outside our love. Your tears falling. My hands to become flowers. I go to milk tree to pay back the debt. You rub my arms gently. I shed my negatives. Paradigm? Man says ghosts live. A snake never leaves her eggs. My poems remain induct. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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