It Was Miracle Poem by Satish Verma

It Was Miracle

In abstract, I see
you. It was knowledge, moving on
sledge. The desire wants to come.

No future can be
conceived. The words are floating
but no meaning can become invader.

Can you show me
ethnic love and wash all the
tricks to change the gods?

Tuesday, August 22, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: ethnic
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