Deceiving NoneA Poem by Satish VermaDeceiving None
After the death of the dark,
in the way you wore your smile, I asked you to see me at dawn, before the sun rises. A star is born, you take on the moon. I embrace my poem. You own the candle. I was the flame. The light pays homage. A timeless pain still follows you in woods to stitch the womb. You have to run away from the wolves to save the doves. There were no more allusions. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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