The Hidden Story Poem by Satish Verma

The Hidden Story

Rating: 5.0


A blood moon comes
back without murder. I was talking
of the love after betrayal.

You exist like a woodpecker
I try to understand me, precociously.
Love's pain was always a guide.

The weird thoughts become
a saint. You want to read the book.
I think I will become a voyager.

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