In Nostalgia

satishverma

Dual to one another, 
I became 
a victim's faith. 

Collapsing at 
far side of the moon, before 
I remembered ars poetica. 

There was a motive 
behind the question, in 
between the teary answers. 

It was not possible to find 
peace, in verses, on the loud 
lake at night. 

Will ask myself 
again, why not to set 
the boat on fire?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2019 20:06
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Why not indeed!



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