All Is ForgivenA Poem by Satish VermaAll Is Forgiven
Don't give me aches,
by becoming tall. I will not change my style. Not scared. There was a pause, between the screams. There you were playing with the other truth, which was not mine. I was not alone, buried in your hums. Pain was my goddess! The lamb was dead taking off her coat. I wear the skin of dandelions to walk on wet land. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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