Pain And Endurance

satishverma

The jungle was ageless.
Moon drops a hint.
Your poems go in flames.

In dark I had
weaved a dream. You were
worshiping a bystander.

The Ars Poetica took
a turn and became a
message for departing sun.

Republic of pain
signs up to cross the death
after meeting the talking trees.

Who will dance
to celebrate the history
of broken hearts?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2023 21:39
  • Category: Nature
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