Theme: Life

Wings Attached

In slap at your icarian path 
the call was not taken 
from inside me. 

Anxiety in a troupe of clouds 
was rising. A deep dissent 
within winds surfaces after sunset. 

On the footpath comes a noun 
in the land of abuses, 
taking a vow of silence. 

The moon becomes green 
in a blue sky to get 
the blessings of surging frost. 

Knew nothing about the 
future flooding of apples. 
Falling from the tree.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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