Dreams Wandering Poem by Satish Verma

Dreams Wandering



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

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

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

Wednesday, May 6, 2015
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very pleasant, particularly one experiences at the wee hour of the night..as usual beautiful Vermaji

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