Fantasy Poem by Satish Verma

Fantasy



Looking at the stars,
what you said? You wanted to take
me along with you to meet invisible?

Would I jump off the cliff?
Mangoes have ripened on trees.
Existing pain will kill the moon.

Would you give or take?
Willing to lose the bet for god sake?
Fingers crossed, we don't exist.

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