Going Into Space Poem by Satish Verma

Going Into Space



Why do I think
different, gripping senses
to catch the god.

Rugged hands have
soft lines to reach truth
by pursuing blood.

The honesty suffers
when you go the other
side of moon to lie.

Saturday, September 28, 2019
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