The Years Are Gone Poem by Satish Verma

The Years Are Gone

I had been cheated.
O goddess. I am still untouched
by you. Your eyes were very brief.

Ferocious of your dusty
skin. I weep with willow, and live
in your heart as offered of venom.

Let the Balsam become
impatient and desire requiem of
the big lotus in dried water.

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