Theme: Life


The rain washed the
moon. I am going to talk
to clouds, 
for a pause. 


A serene 
Rain comes down in rhythmic dance. 
No bird will sing now. 


I will watch
the bougainvilleas,
Shedding the coloured bracts 
on velvety grass.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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