As If Life Has Stopped

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Satish Verma

Why am I so sad?
I asked the waning moon.
The sun started flirting.

The vellum― still carries
the imprint, where you had
pressed hennas hands.

I came out once of
myself to look at me
from the falling star.

You would never know.
How had you cheated yourself once―
by praying for death.

allets's picture

i pray for a swift death

 I supose there will be long harshness and real prayers for pain's ending.


 

 

Cascade's picture

This is a fine expression of

This is a fine expression of artistry