A Parabe Repeats Poem by Satish Verma

A Parabe Repeats



A glimpse of you,
looking at me. I was giving away
my blood to my poems.

It was coming and going of your
body song. Standing before the
mirror doing hair. I am numb.

Colonization. I am
breaking. An interstice tells me full
story. An arch in sky becomes arrow.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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