For A Moonstruck Poem by Satish Verma
For A Moonstruck
Who ups the ante,
if you don't exist to catch the song
of sorrow to become immortal.
For a thousand years, the
iris waits for the light to dig and
redress the memory of gone spring.
The deaf and dumb leads
the voices coming from the active volcano
where the sparks are throwing lava.
The deaf and dumb leads the voices coming from the active volcano where the sparks are throwing lava. .. beautiful concluding with nice concept., Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 5:27:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The deaf and dumb leads....excellent. Many congratulations dear poet! !