Hope Was Mortal Poem by Satish Verma

Hope Was Mortal



With minimum solar
effect on black spots of war and
peace I needed little water for sanity.

I always weave dreams
to invite my moon, so that I can
see your beautiful eyes.

Don't go my angel back
to your abode in the deep sea.
Earth was burning. I am on fire.

Thursday, February 2, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: angel
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