Theme: Life


Touched by moon, I pick up 
a black rose, 
to return the debt. 

Very high 
the fire, returns in my eyes. 
I start burning in your arms. 

The parting, 
crawls in the bed 
I cannot speak nor cry. 

Why it had to happen 
after sunset, 
when the leafless tree was waiting? 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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