Unmaking Love Poem by Satish Verma
Unmaking Love
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Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
Monday, April 1, 2019
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5/8/2024 5:59:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wisdom writings- Who believes in one's own death, to be born again like a third person. /// penned beautifully