Sky was Falling

You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.

A fissured heart
listens to the travesty of truth in dark.
Moon promised but failed to come.

The ruins still have
a charm. A saga comes alive.
The preamble starts life again.

A lover portrays his lady love in his poems. Even when he is disappointed still there is some charm left in life.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003

A well-written poem filled with emotions, Satish jee....

Padma, Hyderabad, Aug 07, 2023