Dark Circles Poem by Satish Verma
Dark Circles
Rating: ★5.0
I am not a paragon.
Everyday I will repeat
some hymns to myself.
Sometimes the
truth becomes transgender.
From god to goddess.
Grace and courtesy.
The moon anchors a smile.
Tears roll silently.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
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5/6/2024 6:05:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Repeating some hymns everyday is very nice. This act purifies life with beauty of personality. Thank you very much for sharing this poem.