Learning YouA Poem by Satish VermaLearning You
You should not
have done this? Trespassing the virginity of the olive branch and the ashes. I will borrow the words to clean blood in your eyes. A lovely jasmine will sit on your lips. The death holds its own mercy between good and bad. Any fondling of moon was a bliss. Where will dysplasia go, after giving an unbearable loss? You cannot roll the carpet after the blaze. The tangerines will give a big surprise. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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