Pure Gold Hurts Me Poem by Satish Verma
Pure Gold Hurts Me
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The singed mind, immature,
remembers. You cannot change the
world, the world changes you.
A pyramid floats in
desert. Did you taste me in moonlight?
God is puzzled. Who was lioness?
Time will catch you
by the neck. There was no tomorrow.
Today naked water becomes an abyss.
Sunday, January 23, 2022
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