With Soft Feeling Poem by Satish Verma

With Soft Feeling



I was my own
slave to walk on rose
petals to feel
the kingdom.

Dishonesty was
at large. I will not shun the
truths of bitter lips.

No mineralization was
there in pure eyes.
You could sail on the frozen lake.

What a thousand
words won't do. I did it with
skin and bones.

A flower vase. Flawless.
You want to write
the name of unknown.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019
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Prabir Gayen 27 March 2019

A flower vase. Flawless. You want to write the name of unknown... ........fine poem dear poet

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