This Is Gold Poem by Satish Verma
This Is Gold
Rating: ★5.0
Roasted with stars
in a dome. It was a moonlight. This
was my natural rise.
Why knelt before the
throbbing cadaver. Life flies
with frying hairs.
What was my alibi
once? God was misplaced. Every
thing goes wrong. It needs reallocation.
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4/26/2024 9:10:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a superb composition dear poet....thanks for sharing