Day Of Anxiety Poem by Satish Verma

Day Of Anxiety



Between the soft glow of
twilight and moon, it was
cold. For a faithful swan.

*

The black smoke billows
from the rooftops of mud houses.
Time to celebrate a dinner.

*

I will not give up,
though nothing was left to do.
Atleast I can write a poem.

Saturday, December 6, 2014
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