Red Lines Poem by Satish Verma

Red Lines



In eternal quest
of peace I will find you one―
day in flowing tears.

Doors are reticent.
Blue stars were melting. Poverty
will take the back seat.

I promised you, I
will never hurt you even
in my wild dreams.

Take my hand to stop
the tremors of earth. The moon
was dying on naked beach.

Monday, April 17, 2017
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