Theme: Life


It did not stay in bed for long the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.
The sick motherhood.
We made love listening to winds draping our ashes.
A father waited at the door.
I am the sun,  I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.
In concept of two enemies.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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