The Little Was Big Poem by Satish Verma
The Little Was Big
After half live-in, in
my eyes, the pain wants to go back in
the ocean to escape the flare.
Not dependent on poverty
of truth, time leaves the green amputation
on the heart. I love the space.
And the other miasma
resolves the mystery of undying words
of the healer, the mouth of fire.
Friday, April 16, 2021
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