Reapers Are Here Poem by Satish Verma
Reapers Are Here
God was right.
A wispy sin was must
in ethics of love.
The silent thoughts
revolt against the underlines.
From black to red.
Star-gazing was
on increase. Mannequins come
down for handshakes.
So far and so near.
How do I touch you O invisible.
An immortal was dying.
Beehive hides the
queen from the sun. Moon
shiners want to drop shutters.
Friday, December 27, 2019
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