25 january 2020

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Winter Night

It was never meant,
to be the triumph
of the death
 
in the night of the snowfall.
The silent fall of flakes,
covering the stains,
would start a conversation
about the truth of life.
 
A journey to unknow the evil starts.

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