In Deep Dark Poem by Satish Verma

In Deep Dark



The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.

You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.

At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.

Friday, October 25, 2019
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