Breaking In Piece MealsA Poem by Satish VermaBreaking In Piece Meals
Between the hills
lies the secret of deep valley. I love what was a voiceless pain. Die by me, if you will, when I wouldn't be there to see your mutation intobutterfly. Where the horizon meets the moon, I will place my shivering candle to burn at both the ends in a trench. The destroyer sleeps now in the nest of golden eagle. One day he will wake up to sharpen his beak and talons. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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