YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Why This Madness
Its thorns hurt, I still
love the rose, remaining unhappy.
No repeal. Life illuminates.
On the terrace, I go to
talk to the moon. I will speak less.
I want to see the lips quivering.
This continues. The vital
existence of catching stars. This injures
but I will stand in dark.
Life continues either it is darkness or a bright day, Satish jee. A lovely verse.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Aug 16, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 15, 2021