16 february 2019

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Soliciting

Come to me 
like never ending pain. 
I will wait till eternity. 
 

 
Wing pierced, like 
butterfly amidst cacti, 
still trying to reach your lips. 
 

 
I carry the fragrance 
of fallen jessimines on grass, 
white as the morning snow.

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