World Was Turning Hot Poem by Satish Verma

World Was Turning Hot

You came closest to me.
Brilliant stars came in between us.
Now one by one each star is burning.

A poet was a mystic
to find the difference between birth and dying.
And he left the body untold.

I am not getting
the peace by waterfall from the eyes
of an extraordinary winter of poems.

Tuesday, September 5, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,star,winter
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