RetaliationA Poem by Satish VermaOn the edge, you receive the onslaught
On the edge,
you receive the onslaught of moonlight. Drummed and sawed, you take up the challenge and move on. In rains the dreams wash the rainbow inviting the Iris. Tonight, you will have an audience will the estranged god. A taper in the sun wants its place on the moon. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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