Shut The Windows Poem by Satish Verma

Shut The Windows

It will go away
my imagination. I am dead
like stone. Is not the moon crying?

Love will leave you
in darkness. A scream. Don't
plunge me slowly. I have to expire.

I don't hear you.
There is no end. Your name is
being changed. Mirrors are sleeping.

Monday, October 28, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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