One Empty BoatA Poem by Satish VermaNothing has ever happened to me. I meet my road
Nothing has ever happened
to me. I meet my road daily in wilderness― tasting salt. The lake was frozen. Surfing was not possible. I was walking as if on cotton grass. You think I have become a hope in dark? © 2018 Satish Verma |
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