Mythic HymnsA Poem by Satish VermaMythic Hymns
A godly pluck
from your lips, the nightingale sings. I know your concern for the trampled mushrooms. Where the fairy will sit? I broke the promise once, not to kiss the buttercup. Life was so hurting. Sitting on rainbow, sometimes you forget, and start talking to eyeless daffodils. The Narcissus was not me, pining for the moon whole life. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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