YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Turn off The Lights
What you give becomes
silver to come around. The gold nuggets stick
to me. Why you were crazy about the whole moon?
The critique says why
hunger opens the mouth. The mask
will protect all the unused words.
The sacred pain was mine.
I am indebted to you that before I bled,
you came running to make me rich.
How beautifully you said that pain makes you rich, Satish jee. A lot of emotions make us live, struggle and face the challenges in life. A lovely poem, indeed!
Padma
, Hyderabad
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Oct 23, 2021