Trapped Wishes Poem by Satish Verma

Trapped Wishes



To revisit my
lost home, I am here to
script a song for you.

To make or not to
make a living-will for me,
as flames are dying.

Wrinkles and veins
unwrap the secret of quake
in twilight of age.

Friday, December 8, 2017
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