7 october 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

The Penultimate

Finding my path in
twilight to reach your abode,
where light lives.

If you are an answer
Iam the big question. You tell
me everything without talking.

Your body smells of
smoke. You were trying to bake
you love on the flames.

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