Visionary Poem by Satish Verma

Visionary

Rating: 5.0


At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.

I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.

I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?

The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.

Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?

Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.

Friday, June 21, 2019
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Bernard F. Asuncion 21 June 2019

A heartfelt write, sir Satish...........10++++++++++++

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