New SportsA Poem by Satish VermaNew Sports
I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps, and stars play the chess. I would defy the death, but life defeats me. Message of the love was disquieting. I prepare the ancient alphabets. I will go on diet of pain, perfectly making me strong. We live in ourselves collecting the nuggets of tears. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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