Come In My Country Poem by Satish Verma

Come In My Country

Fragments of love
float, when you mesmerise the
catastrophe. Moon was red.

A monarch butterfly
wants to remain at home on a tree
of a lake bank, like a peer.

Does it make any difference?
You want to tag the brilliant star.
Where does it go after killing himself?

Tuesday, May 21, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,life
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