YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Let Me Say
Why did you look back
after saying goodbye? The syncope
plays its hand. Nobody wants to win.
Why did you kill the
trees? They cry. The invisible blood
drips at night. Don't do it with clouds.
Only the candle sends you
light, by burning the wax of your eyes.
Oh God is there any solace by giving soul?
Why did you kill the
trees? They cry. The invisible blood
drips at night. Don't do it with clouds.
These lines tell me about the hurting heart and pain of the person, in fact. Nice read, Satish jee.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Nov 10, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 10, 2021