Coming And Going

satishverma

In last breath, 
when the door remained 
open, you walked out. 

Accepting the truth 
was my fault. 
Everything was not true. 

After a death 
there was no other dying. 
Thoughts were deathless. 

A self-portrait 
would be not simple, 
you were watching.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2019 20:08
  • Category: Nature
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