Soliciting

Come to me
like never ending pain.
I will wait till eternity.

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Wing pierced, like
butterfly amidst cacti,
still trying to reach your lips.

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I carry the fragrance
of fallen jessimines on grass,
white as the morning snow.

by Satish Verma

Comments (2)

Wing pierced, like butterfly amidst cacti, still trying to reach your lips.
Thanks for this amazing poem, Sir. You have elevated the status of personal pain and suffering to something the world desires and craves for. Following lines are the most poignant ones.