Vision Fails After Sunset Poem by Satish Verma

Vision Fails After Sunset



This was inhuman.
I was asked to become human. Why
I should not write biographical poems?

O blue moon, let's go
to serene lake, where we kiss the
horizon. When time stops.

Reopening the book of.
Mercy was very painful. The
wounds started crying in your absence.

Wednesday, April 7, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: wounds
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