Wholeness Poem by Satish Verma

Wholeness



Like deportation
in distant waters, still I
believed myself.

Living in a hole
all my life, understanding
moonrise on lake.

Who gave me the kiss
of roses― pink, black, yellow
colors of the eyes?

Sunday, December 10, 2017
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