Two Makes Three Poem by Satish Verma

Two Makes Three



The words are dancing.
Ego changes many faces, but
no shadow follows, where you go.

This happens love
becomes a panic. I cannot touch you.
Why have I lost my pen?

Capricious jasmines of shades
smile. You are me, and I am you.
Where the love lives, static pain moves.

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