YOUR SPACE
Poetry
The Massive Glory
Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.
The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.
Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where do the pits go?
Artificial love makes two ends meet! This line tells a lot of things about love and life. A nice way of expressing, Sir...
Setaluri Padmavathi,
Hyderabad,
Aug 28, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 29, 2021