This Wound Was Not Mine Poem by Satish Verma
This Wound Was Not Mine
You forget to remember,
you were spinning very fast. The
sun was becoming black.
In moon-rise ritual the-
attitude slumps. It was difficult
to catch the fireflies.
You have a terrible mind.
Your mirror does not reflect. It
bribes the light not to come near.
Saturday, January 23, 2021
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