YOUR SPACE
Poetry
My Baby Steps
It was a dry run to die.
Inequality between sun and moon
always inspires to save the earth.
My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.
In well defined ripped
loyalty, a black star says, I am-
the cry of fallen truth of the conscious.
A thought-provoking poem, Satish jee.
My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.
I loved these lines which reveal much pain. Good expression.
Padma
, Hyderabad
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 12, 2021