Looking At Past Poem by Satish Verma

Looking At Past



The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.

Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?

Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.

Sunday, February 16, 2020
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