Feeling The Terror Poem by Satish Verma
Feeling The Terror
You want more charity
from poor, collecting moon seeds
to brighten black walls.
*
My eyes become
lakes, you would walk in moon, when
monologue ends.
*
Why dip your fingers
in blood of sacred book
and drawing two wings?
Friday, May 4, 2018
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4/28/2024 11:07:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful short lines. But very meaningful.