How You Will See The Moon? Poem by Satish Verma

How You Will See The Moon?



The liquid mirror of
your eyes was in poverty of love. Where
goes the happiness of lava?

You will not sink
in a burning volcano. I cannot share
the death of the dancing sun.

The ignorance was tango.
I will collect all the predators of the butterflies
and start removing the red spots.

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