With Soft FeelingA Poem by Satish VermaWith Soft Feeling
I was my own
slave to walk on rose petals to feel the kingdom. Dishonesty was at large. I will not shun the truths of bitter lips. No mineralization was there in pure eyes. You could sail on the frozen lake. What a thousand words won't do. I did it with skin and bones. A flower vase. Flawless. You want to write the name of unknown. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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