My Love Was Inevitable Poem by Satish Verma

My Love Was Inevitable

Have you made a
blunder? Your clandestine step
goes back, as if rising from dead.

What was the truth
this or that, jumping on the burning
pyre? Like standing on the trash mountain?

In your dreams, I will
come to pay back the blood of
bald eagle on final departure.

Friday, November 10, 2023
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