Poems Knock Poem by Satish Verma
Poems Knock
Rating: ★5.0
Life distributes the ashes. A gale
throws the flowers to weigh your love.
Sometimes I stop thinking.
What is happening behind
the curtain? Death brings the live pain
of fossilized to-morrows.
Come my love, come.
Lets see the tiny pale drops oozing
from the skin of dying moon.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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4/29/2024 11:37:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful and thought provoking poem. Well crafted with great imagery.