Night Flowers Are Drunk Poem by Satish Verma
Night Flowers Are Drunk
The panic had read
you to cross the tears. There was
no prize to walk on edge.
The collected pains
and post journey of encounters
with axes. You were folding life.
The mirrors were talking
in kindness. There are restless words
to find the answer of dying sparrows.
Sunday, September 22, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: journey,kindness,life
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