A Water's Game Poem by Satish Verma
A Water's Game
You were searching yourself
in my poems, after the river bled of
tears. I was painting the desert.
The pyramid of love was rising
for justice to reach the moon without stairs.
The duality of pain exists from you to me.
Why does a palm tree stand
at the door of my house. To wait for
the fading glory of the moon?
Monday, December 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: justice,moon,river
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