Theme: Life

One Summer Moon

It was getting dark. 
The silence starts speaking 
to me in a whisper 
for the sake of secrecy. 

Right now, 
the violence will start 
between the summer night 
and a brilliant moon. 
I sit in a corner 
to watch the milk spilling. 

And then, after a couple of hours 
an anonymous call from 
a cuckoo in distress. Somewhere 
a dry twig snaps off. Something 
is tossed in the air. A shadow pokes 
at the moon to return the favour. 

The dawn drops the veil!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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