Between Done And Undone Poem by Satish Verma

Between Done And Undone



Did you open it,
the red rose? Was it a sacrilege
to give an erotic response?

Golden door seldom
opens. We want eye contact
with the sun, envious of the moon.

A cut in pitch black
does not bring the light. The moon
always waits for the lover.

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