8 september 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Moon Slept In My Arms

The shadow love
behaves like cannabis.
I laugh with you.

Go to war. I say
to myself. You prepared
nothing for yourself.

Why did you want
to wash the golden ring
with your tears?

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