Theme: Life


I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry
into the creeping fog
under the estranged moon.
Oh, sorrow you had taken away my sun
when I was still rooted in night.
Wading through narcissi
I was trying to catch the echo
and give back his own award
Pressed between the lips
an innocent thought
undates the passion


More By  :  Satish Verma

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