Legacy Poem by Satish Verma

Legacy

Rating: 5.0


You put your hand
on my hand, stealing me
from me, erasing the―
past and future.

An irradiant face
floats on the still lake.
Moon by moon
I try to reach you.

It will not last,
the bee without the sting.
Honey brings the trap.
There was no secret.

Beautiful navel
harbors a dream.
You want to climb the
hills, to see the stunning
sunset.

Sunday, March 25, 2018
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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 March 2018

Satish, such a brilliant poem....10+++++

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