Theme: Life

Waiting in Wings

Tell me. Tonight, 
when your mind goes blank, 
where the smoldering words 
will go? 

Half-submerged is the harvest 
moon. There are splotches 
of clouds, but no 
clear invite. 

Aerial moonlight
tells the age of tallest pine. 
I will not climb the 
Everest anymore. 

Sky now plunges deep in 
an abyss. I will embrace 
the upturned terra firma 
and write a new poem.

19-Jan-2014

More By  :  Satish Verma

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