Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly.
Moon is coming out.
Down rushing
stillness croons.
Someone is going to outwit the night.
A night bird weighs the wind.
Why do you stand alone?
Desires will come relentlessly.
The essence of pain.
My bronze heart,
has no prodigious injury.
Satish Verma
No comments:
Post a Comment