01 April, 2022

I was Afraid

My mind was numb. Hologram.
I want to hold the wheel of the sun.
Something breaks in your heart.

It was an icy pause.
A butterfly dies in my closed hand.
The watcher understands the apathy.

Where is the pain of
separation? Could you burn like the
moon? I want to shut out tomorrow.

Satish Verma

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