I Will Not Declare Poem by Satish Verma

I Will Not Declare

A lost soul was
searching the crying body of fusion.
Do you know some things?

A slender pain of wind
bids you a farewell with a touch.
Your lips were mortified.

Sugar corrupts you,
not salt. We suffer comparatively.
The first love was alive.

Thursday, August 3, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell
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