![]() MotionlessA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Motionless![]()
But I don't know
who was me, taking sunbath to meet moon. The marbles slip from your hands to hit the white mausoleum at dusk. Dip any muse and words bleed. I will not ask for orphanage. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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