Elusive Peace Poem by Satish Verma

Elusive Peace



One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the
bank of a dried river.

Bone china reflects
the destiny of ‘being' in war
of grounded ships.

Limbs take you back
to the ruins of young night
outside of moon.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019
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