YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Under The Neem Tree
You will not let go
the proximal scream, from the milky
way lacerated in the moonlight.
In dystopia, the undying
pain feeds my poems. Aspiration sits
on your lips to be inhaled.
The hands shut my
eyes. Can you remove the boundaries?
Cried you one day, cried me one day.
Poignant. Emotions expresses honestly, Satish jee.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Jan 17, 2022
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Jan 17, 2022