I am reading
your eyes. Do you blink
when moon smiles.
This is my victory
day. A troubled poem has
found its muse in tears.
I beckon you to―
create a realm of understanding,
stopping at global heat.
I say to me
to become a colossus to bring
out the meaning of wall.
Was it not the pivotal point
of hate, conflict and wars?
Answer must be written in song!
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2024 21:58
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Powerfully evocative!
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