After You Left Poem by Satish Verma

After You Left



The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage
of monk's insanity.

Sun stops for while
to steal the time, separating
poem from poem.

You may like to
destroy the hemorrhaging
moon before dawn.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019
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