Movements
you bring pink roses everyday
from nowhere
with an oblique smile,
some questions have remained unanswered
when I plunge in silence
you won’t stop talking
anger is its own failure
for breaking the door
where was the need for honour
killing of flesh
I will come out of the oblivion
once you pray for the retreat
time was running out for the sky
tornado has started moving
poem by Satish Verma
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