16 December, 2021

The Dew has Covered the Grass

Nothing is left to speak.
You want to try to see the truth.
Forget to stay near the salt lake.

It is not easy to swallow
the green wounds. Hereafter in stolen love
the silence will have a loud sound.

Pearls roll from the eyes after the
heartbreak. You don't want to play the
guitar. It will wake up the spirit.

Satish Verma

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