Gordian KnotA Poem by Satish VermaGordian Knot
To patch up with a
confidante, the partaker goes away. It was same moment for anxious sleuths. You don't know, where you want to go. Togetherness was bliss, yet it does't work. Let's not go in opposite directions. The elected path haunts us. Where the moon sinks in dark sky baby sun rises. Morality goes on sale. You hold my small finger to read the message of unknown. You said I am not going anywhere will I look back. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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