Gypsy Pain Poem by Satish Verma
Gypsy Pain
My pearls come back
with tears. You seem poised to play
with stings. Moon annexes with Venus
Small things leak the
Sufferings. The besieged conscience
cannot decide to die or to live.
Are you going to burn
the river to save the renaissance,
to run the philosophy of living.
Thursday, July 28, 2022
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