My Tears Don't Sleep Poem by Satish Verma

My Tears Don't Sleep

The first love had
no match. Although I was
born again to go for m use.

The demand for material
needs was increasing. You were seeking
peace from the stress of worldly spending.

Why does the moon
love rise with existence. It is not
Normandy. O God I warn you.

Sunday, September 15, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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