Escaping

Escaping

A Poem by Satish Verma
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You walked with me when it was pitch-dark.

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You walked with me 
when it was pitch-dark. 
How do I find you in light? 



These were the last roses, 
for you. Henceforth 
no water will flow from the eyes. 



Only your face will swim 
on the nippy moon; 
burning skylark.

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on October 28, 2016
Last Updated on October 28, 2016
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