ImploringA Poem by Satish VermaThe ledge, jutting out in quivering water.
The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water. Moon was sitting underneath, on floor. * I will look out― for a songbird. Something secret, I wanted to share. * I do not abuse anybody, like a mockingbird― I make a fool of myself. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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