Playing With MarblesA Poem by Satish VermaPlaying With Marbles
When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to see my swollen eyes. Who takes control of whom? I was victim of animal bites. The path to lake was open to bohemians, who always wear blues. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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Added on March 19, 2024 Last Updated on March 19, 2024 |

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