Sell The Mocking BirdsA Poem by Satish VermaSell The Mocking Birds
Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose garden. Time crawls. You cannot smile. The raid on cuckoo's nest was disastrous. No eggs. You can see through walls. Undressing was a ritual to shed all the norms. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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