Selling Picasso Poem by Satish Verma
Selling Picasso
The eternal pain becomes
a gift. Your ennui helps you to
accept me. Ruins become an award.
I was searching for the
stolen eyes. My moments of screaming
were unheard like a nightingale..
This was a divine fall
on the dying painties. Who asked
the ravens to collect under a tree.
Wednesday, January 3, 2024
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