Blue Castles Poem by Satish Verma

Blue Castles



Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss.
The sting ever asks.

Unshackled, you will
come to become prisoner
of a seething sun.

Visiting city of
orphanages, you cross the
high rise asylum.

Thursday, May 16, 2019
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