Bruised Knees Poem by Satish Verma

Bruised Knees



You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?

Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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