Sane DepartureA Poem by Satish VermaHow age slips away from your hands?
How age slips away
from your hands? How deep you will go in the cavernous mind of time? Why brother, why, the healing started to hurt you and you did not want to stitch the name? No tattoo will tell your address. You want to go anonymously, leaving the moon behind the brown hills. The shadows are" lengthening. Time was up. Lay down your arms and walk away with empty hands. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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Added on August 9, 2017 Last Updated on August 9, 2017 |

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