Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Lofty Peaks

The ashes will come back
in mauve, 
in furrowed face of hunger.

I will wait for the clouds
to welcome
the blue flames.

I was the one
to walk on time
and squeeze the truth

for finding the essence of life,
to know the goodness,
of the ills of neighbourhood  

via fake creations.
When a gull walks on the grass
I call  the sun



Satish Verma

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