YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Pain is Flowering
Trying to solve the puzzles
of life. Is it not your morphed cloud of
lips in fusion of love and stings?
The heart of a fig tree says
it with flowers. Why did you look back?
Would you like to sleep under the stones?
Invent a truth like a lie.
The critique will give the judgment. Why
the moon will confess a murder
Trying to solve the puzzles
of life. Is it not your morphed cloud of
lips in fusion of love and stings?
The heart of a fig tree says
it with flowers. Why did you look back?
Would you like to sleep under the stones?
Invent a truth like a lie.
The critique will give the judgment. Why
the moon will confess a murder
A good poem with an emotional touch, Satish jee...
Padma
, Hyderabad
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Oct 27, 2021