THE POEM

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Satish Verma

In high definition 
you were extolling the 
unspoken words. 
I was trying to grab that 
something, so nice, 
like a poem. 

My mate! 
Let us talk about the 
rhythm of wilderness in private. 
It has been ages 
when we slept together, 
like a poem. 

Where there was a 
waterfall, you were crying, 
as a fallen dew. I 
wanted to hold you on 
the leaf of grass, 
like a poem.

Satish Verma

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Love The Lyricism

Love the love in there too - but then all your writes are messages of hope and commentaries on current events personal and public, no difference S - Just Bein' Stella

 

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