Theme: Life


You shall read me 
when I am gone 
in green pain. 

There had been gifts 
Unwrap them in dark – 

when moon was 
The beams will rub your body. 

A bared stasis 
will stop the fluids. 
Wash your face with tears. 

It seems a long time 
when I touched your eyes. 
My clouds would not find you.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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