25 april 2023

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Elusive Peace

One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the
bank of a dried river.

Bone china reflects
the destiny of ‘being' in war
of grounded ships.

Limbs take you back
to the ruins of young night
outside of moon.

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