Are You Regretting? Poem by Satish Verma

Are You Regretting?

It was scary.
The oeuvre. The end was
not coming. Love halves the moon.

The torture dips.
Lips run for trinity. I am
going out to make you blue.

The age will not
tell the gravity of stigma.
No smell survives if you burn.

Sunday, March 24, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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