My Blood, My Bones Poem by Satish Verma

My Blood, My Bones



Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy.
Wanted to kiss the thorns of life

You steal a sentence
to travel back to celebrate
the other side of moon.

Will be the same
goddess will remain in the
asylum of my love?

Thursday, February 20, 2020
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