Life Was My Enemy Poem by Satish Verma
Life Was My Enemy
How much land you
possess to stand on? Fading of age helps.
One day you will go or I will go.
The sculptor on sand
makes a sculpture of
river flowing without water.
Like we are empty.
The love has dried up in the eyes
to complete the story midway.
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
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