31 january 2019

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Different Renderings

You were lost 
like a rolled away pill. 
Hibiscus was waiting 
 

 
As the night departs, 
I will look at the moon 
through misted eyes. 
 

 
A bridge has collapsed. 
How sad. 
A bell tolls endlessly.

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