Hidden Voices Poem by Satish Verma

Hidden Voices



I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear
the unhearable.

Pink over pink. A
golden drive after the
moon's marriage.

In deep calm, I
dig out the bare gospel
of the unknown god.

Monday, June 3, 2019
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