We Are Guests Poem by Satish Verma

We Are Guests

What has happened?
What is it? All the stars are falling.
The death of truth is taking.

In memory of Cleopatra,
the sea is boiling and I am
calling Cassabianca.

My courage is you.
I am muse for everyone. I
write my hands on your body.

Thursday, November 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success