Back And Forth

by Satish Verma   Jul 25, 2023


Someday I will
ask questions standing
in the deep forest.

Where the swarm
of words would go if?
the pen was broken and
you were hiding behind
the marigolds?

At last I was
looking for you with
minute details.

The silken touch of
your hand still burns
on my face.

Days don't change.
The pink symmetry was
a mirage.

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