Like godfather,
moon was giving a
benevolent smile.
Picking at bedclothes.
Cannot sleep―
moon was too bright.
Stony creek.
I collect the pebbles―
of all colors.
The peacocks―
cried in rising crescendo.
Night was silent.
moon was giving a
benevolent smile.
Picking at bedclothes.
Cannot sleep―
moon was too bright.
Stony creek.
I collect the pebbles―
of all colors.
The peacocks―
cried in rising crescendo.
Night was silent.
Satish Verma
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