An Emotional Encounter Poem by Satish Verma

An Emotional Encounter

I don't speak
don't move the hands. Don't need
any grief. Lets go.

Life is revengeful.
It takes a price, if you are not able
to understand it as a separation.

The distance deflects.
I reach the smell of dying love. At
last this was the encounter with an angel.

Sunday, April 21, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: angel,grief,life,separation
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