Theme: Life


Ah, the baby clouds 
rappelled down the moon 
squeezing hands

mourning for grass 
when the snow fell all night 
burying the graves 

of the hunters, who 
climbed the rains during 
dry spell of the hot sun.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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