![]() FrighteningA Poem by Satish Verma![]() The winds ruffle the solitude. Sparrows were![]()
The winds ruffle the
solitude. Sparrows were watching me. * My name was floating in dark. I want to burn the book, to throw some light. * Violence will toss you around, when you are wearing the grass. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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