All The Dreams Poem by Satish Verma

All The Dreams



Sitting on black stones,
to feel the global angst,
and doing nothing.

Good or bad, time
takes revenge. You will
always blame self.

Like grapevine,
everyone wants to climb the
moon in pitch dark.

Friday, December 1, 2017
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