My Long Walks Poem by Satish Verma

My Long Walks



With stoned eyes
I gather the baby clouds
to search for old moon.

Being or not a being,
walking on the white sands
looking for blood spots.

Forgive your bones
which take you to forshaken
god, of bitter truths.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017
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