Where Will You Go?


Not a doomsday
O hardened life, I cannot
read you like a Rosetta stone.

You walk under
Jacarandas to become purplish
blue without moony touch.

The scented air
brings meltdown, I rise
the candle to count the tears.

A trembling prayer
dries on your lips. A university
of love burns in eyes.

An orange color
abducts the clouds for a forced
marriage with sun.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2024 19:50
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 2
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.