Triangles Poem by Satish Verma

Triangles



Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't
know, what survives.

Legacy was pure.
You stand like terracotta
warrior, unmoving.

Swaying nightshade
always invites for red berries.
Beauty was lethal.

Saturday, June 8, 2019
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Anil Kumar Panda 09 June 2019

Very meaningful poem sir. Thanks for sharing.

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