Dwarfing

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Decoding the love 
which will not do us 
apart, like death transcending 
the history of man and beast. 

The perspective 
of history was changing. I 
didn't want to be happy, with shifting 
epicenter of pain of severence. 
Let the river flow between the banks. 

I was there, where 
you did't reach. Becoming stupid 
was the choice. My pen will 
dig up your mind, when you were 
hiding behind the unspoken vows. 

Taking revenge was 
no career. You will fall from 
the heights of rosewindow. 

The sculptor was ready, 
to anoint a fallen angel.

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I Just Read This Poem Six Times

You have an interesting way of seeing worlds - slc



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