The Spiritual Fall Poem by Satish Verma
The Spiritual Fall
Afraid to die in your
fever. I am very hot, staring at
the end. You made the first move.
Love has many names.
The moon was hurt. Dragging himself
after the rainbow collapsed.
Single set of pains
repeats the story of fallen Himalayas.
The frozen pride has started melting.
Saturday, July 24, 2021
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