My Golden Dreams Poem by Satish Verma
My Golden Dreams
Again someone has
broken my heart. At someplace
moon is rising. Another sun was setting.
The ascent and descent
of my love is unique. I was dead
earlier before the rebirth of Gita.
Sylvia Plath was
talking with me. I said do not
sleep in smoke. Let the cloud burst tonight.
Monday, September 23, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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