Two Large FeetA Poem by Satish VermaTwo Large Feet
Something is left
out. I ask you when you are not there. It was too cold here. Can I hold your warm hand? I hear, what I was not hearing. The voices live underground, like land mines. I sing to myself to make me sleep! Do not take my moment, do not trace my lines. A half-religion separates the salt of tears. There is no art in saying No. Youwill wait whole life to say Yes. A red rose bleeds in my hand. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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