Sky Was Falling Poem by Satish Verma
Sky Was Falling
You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.
A fissured heart
listens to the travesty of truth in dark.
Moon promised but failed to come.
The ruins still have
a charm. A saga comes alive.
The preamble starts life again.
I absolutely love the opening verse I wish I thought of that Bravo! ! ! ! ! TFS
"A fissured heart/listens to the travesty of truth…" in this collapsing universe. True…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 7:43:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I totally agree with poetess Nosheen that it's innovative dear poet.