In Saviour Solitude Poem by Satish Verma

In Saviour Solitude

You left me, when
I was dying, O God. One by one
my each poem comes.

How many eyes we
need to see you. I am dust.
I saved my wings, very shining.

What is this world?
Coming and going. Nothing stable
Love wants to make another Taj Mahal.

Thursday, May 23, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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