The MessageA Poem by Satish VermaThe Message
Was it nobility
to prepare body edible, digging waterhole? You sell the kisses gracefully for the suckers in return for soul. The water color doesn't stay on your face in― moon. Stars twinkle. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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Added on March 17, 2024 Last Updated on March 17, 2024 |

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