Sacrifices Poem by Satish Verma

Sacrifices



Love comes on tiptoes.
You were eating one moon everyday.
The Rose garden was haunted.

Who was hungriest on
this starving earth? The massive gorges
the stars. The weakest spits venom.

You don't want to taste
the blue salt of a lake. It was becoming
red in the dark setting sun.

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