YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Amnesia Lives
To carry back the legacy
you stand like the sea horse in silent
water. Who made this plasma?
You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
a relationship to kill each other.
Crisp and dry, the lips
of violet flames were always making ashes.
The color of the rusted home becomes blood
To carry back the legacy
you stand like the sea horse in silent
water. Who made this plasma?
You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
a relationship to kill each other.
Crisp and dry, the lips
of violet flames were always making ashes.
The color of the rusted home becomes blood
You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
a relationship to kill each other.
You hit the nail on the head, Satish jee. How truthful these lines are! Every man acts this anti-love drama or else he may not live in his own ways. Well said.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Jan 31, 2022
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Jan 30, 2022