Theme: Life

Talking Spirit

Water has its own mind. 
Becomes a rival 
in the crack of a rock. 

If the moon cries; 
it becomes dew 
on the slender grass. 

The maiden love, 
you will find it on 
bed at night. 

And when the priest 
becomes featureless 
it goes in the eyes of a god. 

When death smiles, 
it fills the glass 
you drink it like elixir.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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