Long Journey Poem by Satish Verma

Long Journey



I will not talk, keep
your right hand in my left.
Something comes through your eyes.

Love is made of fabric.
You can wash it daily with tears after
bloody dialogues. Ants come later.

You don't belong to
renegade. I stand my ground
to carry on the mission to swipe suffering.

Sunday, August 16, 2020
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