Suspended Poem by Satish Verma

Suspended



I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry
into the creeping fog
under the estranged moon.

Oh, sorrow
you had taken away my sun
when I was still rooted in night.

Wading through narcissi
I was trying to catch the echo
and give back his own award

Pressed between the lips
an innocent thought
undates the passion

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success