Theme: Life

Walking Into You

the nectar will be spread
to tame a random tormentor.

Black and white,
I never saw my father weeping.
Lonely he was.

I am
my own creation today
weather-beaten. Confession to

confession, unread. When the
storm was tethered,
there was flooding and neck deep

you were in tears. Am cannibalizing
my own poems, to write a new line.
It was a midnight moon.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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