GodsendA Poem by Satish VermaGodsend
Standing in the wet
stones in rain, cursing winds, that had stolen sun. Why do I wait for you, when you had sealed the― secrets of golden fall? Nostalgic walk in woods to catch the fairies sitting on toad stools. © 2022 Satish Verma |
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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