Where The Eyes Go? Poem by Satish Verma

Where The Eyes Go?

I am searching my
childhood. Do not weep my heart.
Wildfire clears the dark spots.

It is the age, before or
after, when you fill the tears
in your eyes, where death lives.

You come and go
and I go to come. It is not, but
it is a delay of love.

Sunday, August 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: wildfire,childhood,life
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