1 november 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Don't Sell You Thoughts

You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.

Shared pain was tangled.
Love takes the defeat.The temple
is demolished under moon.

A chandelier crashes
with piercing noise.Pink glow
vanishes from the cheeks of sun.

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