We Will Meet Again Poem by Satish Verma
We Will Meet Again
When jasmines sway,
a fling of scented air strikes your
face.The hymn to bouquet failed.
Syncretically-unspoken
words of love scream. A poem
was born to inhale the angst.
Someone calls you to come for
acid bath. The dusty body revolts.
Empirical vendetta reverts.
'A poem was born to inhale the angst' - so beautifully said!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Someone calls and there is promise of meeting. An amazing poem is well penned. This poem is excellent one.