Dewdrops On Your Lips Poem by Satish Verma

Dewdrops On Your Lips

I am becoming you,
from a moon to a comet, in cosmic
frozen, fireball. What is it?

You take the liberty
of a singing bird. I am conscious
of understanding life and death.

I disperse to map
your heritage, O stranger,
I drink hemlock slowly, scared of truth.

Thursday, September 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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