Not Greek Tragedy Poem by Satish Verma
Not Greek Tragedy
The razor-thin gap between
us has been very nostalgic. I pick daily
the rose thorns to prick my conscience.
Grooving on heart, your goodbyes,
life has not turned back the calendar,
to find the infinity of pain.
What was your age to see
the holocaust in my poems, when my dome
was burning to save the sun.
Saturday, December 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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5/1/2024 2:30:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nicee SV have u Read my Moms Smiles may do pl SV