Soliciting Poem by Satish Verma
Soliciting
Come to me
like never ending pain.
I will wait till eternity.
*
Wing pierced, like
butterfly amidst cacti,
still trying to reach your lips.
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I carry the fragrance
of fallen jessimines on grass,
white as the morning snow.
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Wing pierced, like butterfly amidst cacti, still trying to reach your lips.