Waiting For Flames

Satish Verma

The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about
yourself in sun.

The war continues
between dust and stars under
the gaze of Agni.

Part by part you
are throwing your flesh
to red eagles.

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I love

reading your poetry. Your lines flow in the beginning then they drown the reader. It's breathtaking, effortless and enjoyable to read. In case none have told you lately. 





"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo