YOUR SPACE
Poetry
I Will Cry Silently
She was a Maneater,
your kismat. The other side waits
for the conscience killers.
The snake charmer sleeps.
Cobra hill shakes. I was incapable
to stop the steps of moving domes.
My life had been for
you O goddess. The ariels will let
her go, the terrifying blue earth.
Kismat - Luck
Luck matters for everyone. A good poem, Satish jee.
Padma
, Hyderabad
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 24, 2021