Night Is Done Poem by Satish Verma
Night Is Done
Rating: ★5.0
I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.
Sitting on a rainbow you
send the wolves to catch the rabbits.
Butterflies are happy to fly away.
You will come to rescue me,
when the king cobra raises his head.
But I was ready to sip the venom.
Saturday, November 27, 2021
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5/18/2024 2:29:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What beautiful language you use.