Theme: Life

It Was Enough

Yawning of dawn. 
I scribble a note for night 
to come again. 

And I try to write a triolet 
in memory of moon; 
who forgot to say goodbye. 

A pigeon flutters in my chest 
for a beautiful bride, 
who was fond of pecans. 

I have not much to show 
except my trembling hands 
which could not light the - 

lamp in dark for once, to 
read the face of eternity.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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