Dylan Thomas Comes Alive Poem by Satish Verma
Dylan Thomas Comes Alive
The moon dies every
day when a sun was killed. The innocent
lightning was burning all virgins.
Surely this is a dream.
But I am digging out the remains
of buried enemies to apologize.
Waist- high the pain of
peers does not stop. You want to go
to the beloved land of tears.
Friday, June 16, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: enemies
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