YOUR SPACE
Poetry
The Little Was Big
After half live-in, in
my eyes, the pain wants to go back in
the ocean to escape the flare.
Not dependent on the poverty
of truth, time leaves the green amputation
on the heart. I love the space.
And the other miasma
resolves the mystery of undying words
of the healer, the mouth of fire.
A lovely verse with meaningful messages, Satish jee..
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Aug 31, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 31, 2021