Don't Sell Your Thoughts Poem by Satish Verma

Don't Sell Your Thoughts



You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.

Shared pain was tangled.
Love takes the defeat. The temple
is demolished under moon.

A chandelier crashes
with piercing noise. Pink glow
vanishes from cheeks of sun.

Monday, June 8, 2020
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