Commentary On Last WishesA Poem by Satish VermaCommentary On Last Wishes
The snakeskin smiles.
Shoes hurt, when somebody gives away mercy. Fidelity has come for sale. You want to listen Beethoven only. The questions were mine. You had no answers. I never want to talk about truth, as if everyone knows it. I write poetry. Did you jump into a dry pool to know the depth of sky. Do you think that was a right thing to become a saint. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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