YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Dark Skinned Love
Winter will not go.
Yes, it was my vengeance. Will wear the
ochre color. Look- where I have come.
Will you ever dance in
a triangle? The wisdom kills. How far
was the center? Lots of smoke.
Peel of the tangerine.
I want to see how much the moon bleeds.
Small words scream. Winter will not go.
I want to see how much the moon bleeds.
Small words scream. Winter will not go.
Very touching lines and verse, Satish jee..
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Sep 02, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Sep 29, 2021