Make My Path Poem by Satish Verma

Make My Path

Hiding the thoughts
in mind space. Will not come
near the heart. I am often lonely.

Were you a volcano?
Will you cry now? Antiquity
plays a role. I won't see the lava.

This was hypocrisy
in the soundless night. We are listening
variant songs. Who was coming without foot falls.

Sunday, September 3, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: volcano,lonely
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