Inevitable Poem by Satish Verma

Inevitable



When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.

To bring down sun's
corpse, I kiss your song, so that
rainbow kills the clouds.

Let's go to the land
between two rivers and collect
Babylon jewels for ever.

Monday, September 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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