The moonlight―
singed him at night.
How will you write a poem?
*
Standing at window,
you watch a shooting star―
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call.
*
Picking red hollyhocks,
your face swims before me,
and fleeting time!
Satish Verma
singed him at night.
How will you write a poem?
*
Standing at window,
you watch a shooting star―
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call.
*
Picking red hollyhocks,
your face swims before me,
and fleeting time!
Satish Verma
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