Dust Always Knows Poem by Satish Verma

Dust Always Knows



I don't want to hear,
what you say, now unsayable,
flaunting golden ring.

Another sun and
another moon. What was this
soft December pain?

The smoking gun in
the trembling light of candle tells
a different tale.

Monday, January 22, 2018
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