YOUR SPACE
Poetry
The Last Battle
In my poems, you search
for yourself. The timeless words creep in
to find the story of love's pain.
You have taken away my
memory. I remember only the night
dance, of harvest moon in distress.
Clouds never stop for anyone.
The silence becomes loud. I have survived
in coming and going to the slaughterhouse.
The pain of someone's heart due to the absence of a loved one is beautifully depicted, Satish jee.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Aug 08, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 08, 2021