Satish Verma


Dreams Wandering


The moonlight― 
singed him at night. 
How will you write a poem? 
 

 
Standing at window, 
you watch a shooting star― 
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call. 
 

 
Picking red hollyhocks, 
your face swims before me, 
and fleeting time!



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