In Short Life Poem by Satish Verma

In Short Life



One day a romper will
become a pawn. Good to see
you resurrecting unforeseen.

Just lift my poem.
Your body of glass reflects
the pain. I was done.

We had fallen in love.
The portraits start playing in
the house of vipers.

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