A Legend Breeds Poem by Satish Verma
A Legend Breeds
Rating: ★5.0
Creativity was the Venus
of my poems. My poem was a tree.
A pilgrim sits for a while in shade.
How do you write your body?
The pages were flying away like
white pigeons in the rain of eyes.
A legacy is being discussed
as corrupt, and incarcerated by
the hands of mercy. Where was god?
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5/20/2024 8:09:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My poem was a tree. A pilgrim sits for a while in shade....great expression!