AvatarA Poem by Satish VermaAvatar
The coming again―
of a submerged face in silence. No black magic. No dreaming, no moon. We grieve together. How many out fingers were lost? Just like this I am sure. It was not any cognitive impairment. I want to forget myself. A revelation has pulled me out from burning pyre. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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