Do Not Cry Poem by Satish Verma
Do Not Cry
Why did not I
say, death is my guest. I entertain
her. A pretty face becomes a magic look.
Your arrival comes with
a shadow. I knew after some time
some one was sitting on the bed.
Why does it not happen?
It should have become mad. I was the
victor. The grief has become a soul.
Friday, June 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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