VisionaryA Poem by Satish VermaVisionary
At lake point
I had yet to kiss you. I always said to you. Age would never give clemency. I must subject myself for scrutiny. Where did the math go wrong? The temple, a shrine. A viper always waited. Tell me, would you ever sign the will to let go the rope? Moon and sea, will maintain the distance. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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