Like deportation
in distant waters, still I
believed myself.
Living in a hole
all my life, understanding
moonrise on lake.
Who gave me the kiss
of roses- pink, black, yellow
colors of the eyes?
Satish Verma
in distant waters, still I
believed myself.
Living in a hole
all my life, understanding
moonrise on lake.
Who gave me the kiss
of roses- pink, black, yellow
colors of the eyes?
Satish Verma
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