14 october 2023

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Triangles

Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't
know, what survives.

Legacy was pure.
You stand like terracotta
warrior, unmoving.

Swaying nightshade
always invites for red berries.
Beauty was lethal.

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