Honor On SaleA Poem by Satish VermaHonor On Sale
Coming of age
in dark waters of thoughts― to swipe the moon. Half-bread was not sufficient for the earth. We need some sky. Words don't come easy, from the scythe, to draw a line on face. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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Added on July 27, 2023 Last Updated on July 27, 2023 |

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