Drop The Curtain Poem by Satish Verma

Drop The Curtain



Halt the light now.
I will belong to you later at the
execution of black moon.

How will you manage
the blood of the lonely sun after
the beheading in twilight?

Don't print anything
on the cover of life's book. Inside
you will find the soul painted by flames.

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