Eyes Become StonesA Poem by Satish VermaEyes Become Stones
When you become
a question, I had no answer. Lingering in secret alleys, I turn to fragile defence. And a bird is shot down. There was no time to hold the time of arrived, for you to come late to join the festival of home coming. You were me, once upon a time. No I don't change the game, when the gun was pointed at me. There will ne war In death, you will ultimately become deathless. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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