Blue LightsA Poem by Satish VermaBlue Lights
In lost island,
water and boat, I will never know you. A volley of stings. I bleed inside, without single drop falling out. There will be no tiara, to put on the head of pain. Play on flute, before the sunset. I want to invite fireflies. The numbers don't agree. War continues for the red sea of tears. You won't reach your abode alive. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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Added on October 14, 2023 Last Updated on October 14, 2023 |

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