Floating Pains Poem by Satish Verma

Floating Pains

You militate, I
share your distancing. Not come
to dream. Give back my roses.

My savings are
disappearing. One by one, I am
dropping the curtains. Talking with walls.

My voice curves.
I called the uncalled. Love
pain was rising. I didn't sing my did.

Sunday, October 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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