YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Creeping Dresses
Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.
I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. Oh my God, I am
collecting years to become sage.
Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.
What an expression, Satish jee. How beautifully you told how a human being became so tough like a rock. A lovely verse, indeed.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Feb 03, 2022
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Feb 03, 2022