Broken Mirrors Poem by Satish Verma

Broken Mirrors

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Live children
between you and me,
breathing last.

Viola blooms
near spikes of flames.
Your hands tremble.

How will you live
without moon in dark
night of terror.

Hope flattens.
You love only yourself.
Earth, breaks water.

Thursday, August 6, 2020
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Rajnish Manga 06 August 2020

Exquisite expression of feelings in the face of a daunting challenge. Thanks for sharing.

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