Who Was Creator?A Poem by Satish VermaWho Was Creator?
I am scared.
You are becoming human, looking back at the colored leaves falling in autumn. Was your pain ripened? And you bled poems? Ah you were the― first wooly animal! Surreal. Dancing with beautiful words to entice the lies. To woo the narcisstic mode. Thought of dying shimmers like a fish in silvery water. I won't throw the net in your eyes. River will not drink its water. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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