Like Weeping Willows Poem by Satish Verma
Like Weeping Willows
I am crying again.
My Simba is gone. Before closing eyes,
unstopped he was looking at me.
Is it better to hang?
I will ask Sylvia Plath, what was the need,
to close all the windows and set gas free.
I slapped me. What was
the attachment with an alien? I was
looking at the face of Venus.
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