The Grim Encounters Poem by Satish Verma
The Grim Encounters
Light comes, light goes. You
enter my poems to subdue the stings.
Four alphabets keep me alive.
Why it had to happen.
Missed you, watching you, disappearing
in clouds.Cannot see your footprints.
The yellow dust covers
all the dawn's beauty, settling on
the eyebrows of rising sun.
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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5/4/2024 5:18:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good poem. Deep. Dust settling on the eyebrows of the sun. Sublime