Help Me Poem by Satish Verma

Help Me

Rating: 5.0


Love hours.
When you cover your
face with hands,
light dims.

I enter your interocular
space, to understand the
truth ofdissent.

I am learning
from you about the black
theory. You wanted to―
take titanic steps
in small feet.

Human facts.
I cannot breathe.
You possess the power of
manipulation.

A bird doesn't know.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 23 January 2019

When people drowns from love, a lifeline will keep them alive but still dying. In a few words you command a bounty of thoughts. Another great poem.

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Gajanan Mishra 23 January 2019

Love hours with birds, great write

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