No Regrets Poem by Satish Verma

No Regrets



Looking at the
moon will hurt you bitter―
sweet one day.

At night. Tinged with
pink ache in eyes of the
collapsed soul.

Don't pursue flesh,
of the had been goddess
to avenge me.

Sunday, July 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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