Absence Of Individuality Poem by Satish Verma

Absence Of Individuality

I am in absolute
Fringes. The words are crying. How long
I have to go up to the last milestone.

The love, nature and
flowers. My vision was shouting,
where the water is going to swipe fires?

What is the color of
moon to obsess over my poems? Will
that bring peace and you walk on the roses?

Thursday, November 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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