Your Silence Poem by Satish Verma

Your Silence



The beast was dead
in my bones. I can't quit
the house of blood.

The spirit remains
young, like the white lily
of the swaying pond.

Can you come out
of yourself and become my
acclaimed prodigy?

Wednesday, January 3, 2018
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