Bone China Breaks Poem by Satish Verma

Bone China Breaks



I am angry with me,
by poem create-in absence of you.
O biopic I will not play your role.

The silent lips of
unspoken truth always scream to solve
your difficult persona in sunlight.

The angst narrates the
unseen rising of the violet moon, when
you held the shadow of my hand.

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