The Last Wishes Poem by Satish Verma
The Last Wishes
Rating: ★5.0
Collective fall in passing.
I will design a beautiful mortuary.
The courier will deliver the cadavers swiftly.
The balloons are going
very high. The other planets laugh.
Death is very cheap. Poors are happy.
Who was making gold
without color. In deep jewels, there are black
smudges. No one wants to become another moon.
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
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5/23/2024 10:42:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A grave poem of graver realities. "No one wants to become another moon".. Five stars, dear poet