Healed by Love
When the words end.
heart speaks It was a farewell. You
were sowing and reaper the was harvesting.
It was the stampede of
thoughts. Obedience of morbidity.
The malady wins, eyes half-shut
My every poem enters
in you. The fluorescent light is
thrown on mistletoes. Long kisses wait.
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Aug 26, 2022