The Last Battle Poem by Satish Verma
The Last Battle
In my poems you search
yourself. The timeless words creep into
to find the story of love's pain.
You have taken away my
memory. I remember only the night
dance, of harvest moon in distress.
Clouds never stop for anyone.
The silence becomes loud. I have survived
in coming and going to the slaughter house.
Monday, March 22, 2021
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