Poem's Forecast Poem by Satish Verma
Poem's Forecast
Collecting the cinders
to make a fist of conscience.My
questions burn, remain unanswered.
Why the beauty had made
a moon to paste on your forehead?
I would not live without you.
Why do you stitch a panorama
on face? Age defies all blind attacks.
I can count blue rings under eyes.
Saturday, October 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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5/3/2024 10:28:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Moon is pasted on dace of all as moon shines in sky. Wonderful thoughts of yours motivate us. This poem is very brilliantly penned.