Soft Pains Poem by Satish Verma

Soft Pains

Throw some silver
coins on the road. Brown birds will come
down. A pang of hunger gives happiness.

There is a strong desire
to have a rebirth. You will come
back to home. You will show shine.

I touch you, remembering
pure fall, with an arrow. The flame
refuses to rise in tears rain.

Thursday, February 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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