Raw Dreams Poem by Satish Verma

Raw Dreams



Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.

An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.

You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019
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