The Flickering Flame Poem by Satish Verma

The Flickering Flame



This pain was a newcomer,
loading the songs of fire and sea.
Today only a silhouette walks with me.

In black light I miss your
glittering smile, and I was only
for you shuddering in summer.

What one needs now, when
ancestors watch your golden skin and wonder,
from which side, moon will rise.

Wednesday, October 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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