Nothing left to do
anything today.
Snow falling incessantly.
Did not believe ever
in shortcuts.
Still moving on legs.
Soundlessly I
meet my strange god
under a sickle moon.
Faraway my old
faith listens―
to the footsteps of dawn.
Satish Verma
anything today.
Snow falling incessantly.
Did not believe ever
in shortcuts.
Still moving on legs.
Soundlessly I
meet my strange god
under a sickle moon.
Faraway my old
faith listens―
to the footsteps of dawn.
Satish Verma
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