Before The Fire Consoles Poem by Satish Verma
Before The Fire Consoles
To become whole after
surgical fall was very difficult. Take
a look. Was invincibility intact?
Living in this rusty world
was awful. Bruises are writ large on
wisdom tree. Black bears were trying to climb.
Draggingour shadows in
moonlight we will never reach anywhere.
We were the killers of our own dreams.
Friday, November 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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5/7/2024 6:18:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We should not kill our own dreams. We should feel these and revive. Wonderful poem is well penned.