Legendary Poem by Satish Verma

Legendary



It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon,
when you stop moving.

Ripples on cheeks
deepen in the fog, that will
settle on red eyes.

Someone should
lift the burden of life from
the trembling hymns.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018
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