Theme: Life

The Candle Burns


Not a single word added today to my tinsel book.
The brown eyes were searching my smile.
You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig.
My roses start a new dialect,
waiting on the clouds,
almost in rains,
spreading the wetting agent between the eyes.
The distance was the most crucial thing,
that does not end;
endlessly stretching.

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More By  :  Satish Verma

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