Not I Not YouA Poem by Satish VermaNot I Not You
Nothing to put in
words. You had placed ampersands between the names. The subject you wouldn't give up in summer sun.The wars and moon walk. One small hole in the sleeve of Grim Reaper ready to burn the house of an angel. One day you will come back from odyssey empty-handed. The hummingbird had left the nest. The game was not yet over. The prophet waits at the gate to welcome dervish coming bare foot. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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