Nothing To Mend


If love begets love,
then you cannot tackle
the departure.

It was a graceful withdrawal,
after completing the life's term.

Dust meets dust.

The clown was a great
loser, leading a double
life, with a big hole
in the heart.

You cry when something
was left behind.

After all who was
a perfectionist in this weary world?

When you sleep
in the virgin arms of
a terrorist,
the enemies go into a tizzy.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2021 19:32
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 30
  • User favorite of this poem: AlitaOpal.


  • AlitaOpal

    How beautiful, I truly enjoyed your master piece 🌹

  • L. B. Mek

    thank you, for choosing to share your unquestionable talent dear poet or guru: to me..
    just wow!

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