Poets
Poems
Sign Up
Login
POET'S PAGE
BIOGRAPHY
POEMS
Satish Verma
June 5, 1935
Send Message
Personal Loss
LIKE THIS POEM
Root sounds.
I prefer intimate pathos.
Not easy.
I don't live
in night.
Yellow words
on green thoughts.
The fall was
imminent.
I wait for the snow
to bury my past.
Love becomes fluid
I was never dead.
85 Total read
Show Stats
Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
See more of Poemist by logging in
×
Login required!
Sign Up
or
Login