03 May, 2022

A Star Has Fallen

The beginning of renaissance
bounded to sun. Nothing is left between
us. Time will not do any mercy.

No pain to hide I behind.
will or dreams. I am writing my
saga after crossing the woods.

My soul does not die.
O god I am like you. Cosmos
is my home. From where I come or go.

Satish Verma

No comments: