One day―
you may become,
your own revenge.
Making a preemptive
move to torch
your book.
The steely arch
in sky, in solidarity
with pain of past genocides,
was losing its way to the
rude and narcissistic era.
The night will not
listen to any sunny prods.
The moon will take
a dip in the lake.
I will swap my poems
with your smiles.
The shifting sands
had wiped out the traveler's
path.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2021 19:41
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Thank you. Thought-provoking and enjoyable.
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