24 august 2018

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Imploring

The ledge, jutting out 
in quivering water. 
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor. 
 

 
I will look out- 
for a songbird. 
Something secret, I wanted to share. 
 

 
I do not abuse anybody, 
like a mockingbird- 
I make a fool of myself.

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