Pain And Endurance Poem by Satish Verma
Pain And Endurance
The jungle was ageless.
Moon drops a hint.
Your poems go in flames.
In dark I had
weaved a dream. You were
worshiping a bystander.
The Ars Poetica took
a turn and became a
message for departing sun.
Republic of pain
signs up to cross the death
after meeting the talking trees.
Who will dance
to celebrate the history
of broken hearts?
a celebration for the pain comes from the souvenir leaf with the snowflakes tear through scarlet flames!
Who will dance to celebrate the history of broken hearts? ............. // What a beautiful expression. Thanks.
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5/6/2024 3:37:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fascinating poem, sir Satish........10++++++++++