Few Points Poem by Satish Verma

Few Points



Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle.
Moon will not come tonight.

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I was very sad today.
Could not find the vault
where I had kept your prints.

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Not far from the lake
where we used to walk,
a blue bird has arrived.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014
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