YOUR SPACE
Poetry
In Short Life
One day a romper will
become a pawn. Good to see
you resurrecting unforeseen.
Just lift my poem.
Your body of glass reflects
the pain. I was done.
We had fallen in love.
The portraits start playing in
the house of vipers.
One day a romper will
become a pawn. Good to see
you resurrecting unforeseen.
Just lift my poem.
Your body of glass reflects
the pain. I was done.
We had fallen in love.
The portraits start playing in
the house of vipers.
If a poet’s pain is understood he is a fulfilled man. When in love all pain is forgotten.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP, 524003
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Apr 25, 2023