03 January, 2022

The Words are Flying

Made of Grass
You have come nearer to me..
The love, the pain, the relationship.

You wear my poems.
I have started to write my tethered
tears. I want to live my life.

I was my own enemy.
The god's revenge. There was always
the stasis. Voices don't move.

Satish Verma

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