Poem By Satish Verma

What I am now,
that I was not.The fireworks
have begun.

You were silent
like an infidel standing under
a tree to be hanged.

The wind was hysteric
from the time of birth in water
after emotional break.

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That's a very thought provoking poem Sir. Beautifully done. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.

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