The Unsung Pain Poem by Satish Verma

The Unsung Pain



You talk of black light.
I am not sure of which sun
you refuse to touch.

In moonlight your
behavior changes. The space
enlarges for wings.

The flight stalks the love.
Shy of becoming fossil the blood
footprints will speak.

Thursday, August 20, 2020
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