In My Play Poem by Satish Verma

In My Play



It were not you
at the end of poem. Something
of moon had died.

Time has not come
to intervene in parting
of lips turning blue.

You will not change,
in offering the drink of
stunning Venus flytrap.

Monday, January 21, 2019
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Bernard F. Asuncion 22 January 2019

A marvelous write, Satish.......................

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