Untold Story Poem by Satish Verma

Untold Story



Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?

What will happen,
if I remained uncollected
by you. Lips will not move.

It was a majentic
call. You manipulate the moon
to become my lover.

Friday, February 7, 2020
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