Not Like Me Poem by Satish Verma

Not Like Me



You wanted to say
something, I was paper
and I was the ink.

Give me your dark
robe, I will stitch the moon
against the rainfall.

Last night it was a
blood soaked fight between
two smoking eyes.

Sunday, December 10, 2017
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