To Cry Or Not To Cry Poem by Satish Verma
To Cry Or Not To Cry
You were like a white
gold for nirvana. Unstoppable.
Running to get the meaning of love.
Unlocked, my empty
hands, hold only the pen. This was
the agony of exile.
The water slips from the
eyes. The angel was secular. The torture
of standing in dark hurts. Which house was burning?
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: house,running,standing
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