Hidden PathsA Poem by Satish VermaAutumn sets deeper, after equinox. The
Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The homesick moon comes close. * Was there any hope beyond the darkness? My hands are very dirty. * What was the maniac pain of the sea? No boat wants to sink. * Soundless was your enemy in bush. Why were you lamenting? © 2019 Satish Verma |
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