Theme: Life

Mood Swings

Must I give you
the chilled truth of dry winds
till the fire reaches the backyard?
The half-thumb was held by the wheels.
Why you were pushing
the hearse of a dead lie?
Anonymous was the letter
written by moon to the damp cloud.
The raindrops will never agree for the trysts.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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