Why You Were Hiding? Poem by Satish Verma

Why You Were Hiding?



A slice of embrace
chops off the little moons. Lips
on lips. I will never be same.

Baby thoughts are ripening
in your chest. Will we accept the
destiny of tired legs?

I sit alone at the
banks of holy river to wash
my dirty hands for a miracle.

Sunday, June 21, 2020
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