Turn Off The Lights

satishverma

What you give becomes
silver to come around. The gold nuggets stick
to me. Why you were crazy about the whole moon?

The critique says why
the hunger opens the mouth. The mask
will protect all the unused words.

The sacred pain was mine.
I am indebted to you that before I bled,
you came running to make me rich.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2021 21:26
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 22
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  • Laura🌻

    satishverma,

    An extraordinarily rich write from an extraordinary poet!

    Laura🌻



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