It Was Not Your Refusal Poem by Satish Verma

It Was Not Your Refusal



When you disturb
me, I feel as if you
have arrived.

You become yourself
like the serene water
of a blue lake.

Passion of a poem
has a splendid effect.
The street going nowhere cries.

Tonight I will ruffle
your hairs to hide the
moon face of a rising star.

What sparks a prayer,
when I think of losing you.
Organic tears give way.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020
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