YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Impersonal Sorrow
It was impossible.
Construction was unbelievable. You were
walking like the lizard on the wall.
To worship the black
god. Integrity was shamed. Your
response was omitted. Snowfall stops.
The snake catchers are
increasing. Where the venom could go
to insult the knuckles?
A poem with good comparisons and depth in the message, Sir!
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Jul 26, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Jul 27, 2021