SecretlyA Poem by Satish VermaA sniper was around. I did not want to rush
A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush and kiss the jessamine. Last night, it was a retributory offer to put off the candle. I am here to stay for prudence, speaking the dialect of the nameless. I survive the fetishes of light. O unknown, I live in darkness. Moon was my solemn- pledge. I had always stayed in the house of truth. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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