In Hurling Light Poem by Satish Verma

In Hurling Light



I will speak less
when words exhaust to find
the meaning of life.

Break a heart to drop
the pride of climbing pink
rose on the white wall.

What was left in
my brown eyes to see a river
weeping in the desert.

Saturday, May 9, 2020
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