As Old As Water Poem by Satish Verma

As Old As Water

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The hymn, an unentered
temple, you come in pause.
There was uncanny space between words.

I let it go my sleep.
The angst. I have to pay price my love,
for sharing the blanket of life.

We will look at moon
together to abdicate the throne of
thorns and find out peace between the knives.

Tuesday, November 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 10 November 2020

Seek peace between knives... wonderful contemplation! A brilliant poem.. liked it.

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