The Wounded Tale Poem by Satish Verma
The Wounded Tale
My poem wants to read
you today. An abstract point has
uncanny entry in thoughts of wayfarer.
Too deaf to listen to the
voice of falling snow. I open the window
to see the moon talking to a black hole.
What a strange thing. A
friend wants to become my enemy.
Both sides of the truth were black.
Friday, August 19, 2022
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