Parting Day

satishverma

Encored, I was ready
to get the gift of stones.
Light dims at the door.

Will stand, thinking. To
look back for the lost baggage.
Will see you again?

There were smudges
on the floor where the candle melts
making hole in palm.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2022 20:14
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    Inspired, but I hesitate
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    their destinations, feel innate

    Guru's musings, whisper
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    of reincarnation, ambitions

    typing, I decimate distance
    to cross, a Poet's etiquette shadows
    to ethylate that essential, exchange



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