You Are Changing Poem by Satish Verma

You Are Changing



Don't listen to me.
Do this sin once again.
Ignore the wading moon.

My tentacles search
the shroud of pain. The sea was
very deep in eyes.

In quicksand I was
buried up to neck, the beach
must throw the blue pearls.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018
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