Dreams WanderingA Poem by Satish VermaThe moonlight― singed him at night.
The moonlight―
singed him at night. How will you write a poem? * Standing at window, you watch a shooting star― hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call. * Picking red hollyhocks, your face swims before me, and fleeting time! © 2016 Satish Verma |
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