Repeat History Poem by Satish Verma

Repeat History



That used to cover me.
My poetics. Now stars drag
the space and time.

This was a poet's dream.
It will wash away the wounds
of my past one day.

Why didn't you give
me a kiss a day, when I had
burned my pale hands?

Saturday, March 21, 2020
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