Different Renderings Poem by Satish Verma

Different Renderings



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

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

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

Saturday, May 16, 2015
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