6 september 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

In Cross-Hairs

You look different
when you receive a huge
amount of love under crescent moon.

The baby kiss stops the
air amidst the leaves of roses
under black and blue sky.

Listen to darkness when
sun dips in crimson fog and
beautiful words disappear.

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