It Is Getting Dark

by Satish Verma   Mar 28, 2024

Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.

Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.

What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.


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