Think Without Speaking Poem by Satish Verma

Think Without Speaking

I am not reaching the
end. Enough mirages to bluf
with the river on the way.

Come what may, I
would land into a place of
melting faces to explain, why not to run.

Under your skin appear
the guests to lift the unknown pains
to put on the burning pyres.

Thursday, August 22, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,river
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