Ceremony Of Darkness Poem by Satish Verma

Ceremony Of Darkness



When you don't understand
me, I make new words in the river
of flowers. Why was the fury?

When the mountain falls,
your love caves in preserving the
pain of separation. Invisible?

What should I do? The
call of the cricket appears more and
less beyond the bitterness of man.

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