Finishing The Shadows Poem by Satish Verma

Finishing The Shadows

A glitch becomes a
snake. I am standing on the moon
to grieve. Love turns a hummingbird.

A hoax heals you. The
jeweler has become poor after the
night bleeding of melting Himalaya.

Give me flesh. You are
too big O God, but your hands don't
reach me. I am not ruthless you break my bones.

Tuesday, October 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,snake,standing
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