The Words Are Flying Poem by Satish Verma

The Words Are Flying



Made of Grass
You have come nearer to me..
The love, the pain, the relationship.

You wear my poems.
I have started to write my tethered
tears. I want to live my life.

I was my own enemy.
The god's revenge. There was always
the stasis. Voices don't move.

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