Rare Encounters Poem by Satish Verma

Rare Encounters



Cheek to cheek
I plant a kiss in full moon,
when you stand in flames.

Before you left, why
did you bless me with ageless pain?
What went wrong in your epiphany?

Why you wear a stone
mask? Your eyes remain dancing
to play with immortal laughs.

Sunday, August 9, 2020
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