When My Morning Comes? Poem by Satish Verma
When My Morning Comes?
I want to talk to
someone about the image. Is it
alive when you dance?
How can you touch
a star? Unspeakable. I forgot to tell you.
The years become very small.
Is it very dark? Will
you light the lamps? Is it pin drop silence?
Who is going to be hanged?
Monday, March 11, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: star
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