Hundred Stories Poem by Satish Verma

Hundred Stories



Shrinking like the
face of moon, dark truth slips
from elite height.

The fear of unborn
poem, tears the blank paper
hiding the words.

Will rebirthing work
in stoned psychotherapy
of conversation?

Saturday, July 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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