Invisible StainsA Poem by Satish VermaInvisible Stains
Words throw us
apart in the desert of eyes, where no rains come now. Misty lips don't leave the imprints on the frozen face. It was very cruel of times. We watch together but don't speak from wound to wound. When you don't own me, will not call the hangman. Ropes were very weak. Come November, I will ask the sun to cool. Moonlight was becoming hot. A snake dithers, before it puts its fangs in the chest of sleeping moon. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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