WolverinesA Poem by Satish VermaNight blinks. Light sits under the door.
Night blinks.
Light sits under the door. I am ready to confront the moon. Too much brilliance was there. Would you redesign the blue sky and paint the new stars? Poverty was my great strength. Nothing to lose, when you were dancing with the shadows. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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