Encyclopaedia Of Lost Words Poem by Satish Verma

Encyclopaedia Of Lost Words



Deep and black were
pains, making an arch to give you
presence of roses.

Portraying the slavery of
love. No need of heart's moon.
A thorn whisks away the wish.

I warn you to bury
the knife along with the burial of
my poems. I have never seen the blood.

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