24 november 2018

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Flares

There was no secret 
among mountains. 
Clouds were their adopted siblings. 
 

 
Only the rain drops 
were dancing. 
The mounts stand still. 
 

 
I beg your leave. 
The spring has invited. 
I have to meet the yellow blooms.

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