Art In Pain Poem by Satish Verma

Art In Pain

Rating: 5.0


There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.

I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love―

When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.

Friday, August 23, 2019
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Kumarmani Mahakul 23 August 2019

Washing body in tears of devotion and emotion is definitely very nice. This poem is interestingly penned.10

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