Dumb DollsA Poem by Satish VermaDumb Dolls
Moon was ready
for a swan dance with clouds. For a tied up integrity, did you need a collective silence? Sun has not yet risen as a drag queen, to wakeup the people. It was an ant to uncover a face in dark to show the curved lips, Apples have ripened. Wind shakes the tree. before the whispers start. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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