![]() The Crescent MoonA Poem by Satish Verma![]() The Crescent Moon![]()
Let me be myself
in cloud of tears. A streak of light breaks the myth of superlunary, when you were at war with leviathans of deep. When hungry, you were flawless in art of love. It wakes you from old thinking. Hiding behind fears, I freeze to wear the death gown. The words crumble under the weight of truth. Life remains beautiful. I don't want to leave you. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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