Theme: Life


A whisperer with its begging bowl 
wants a moon in alms. 

A candle burns in panic. 
The serpent was sitting in a prayer. 

The golden teeth will find the apples 
leafless, pleading for a fall. 

Stoking the fire, you step on a ghost. 
It was a fake, I scream. 

Do not tamper the ruins of the tower. 
They are going to find the death masks.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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