Motionless Poem by Satish Verma

Motionless

Rating: 5.0


But I don't know
who was me, taking sunbath
to meet moon.

The marbles slip from
your hands to hit the white
mausoleum at dusk.

Dip any muse and
words bleed. I will not ask
for orphanage.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019
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Ratnakar Mandlik 03 September 2019

A short but most intimate trip down the memory lane. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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