Grains Of Wood Poem by Satish Verma

Grains Of Wood



Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again─
my raw nerves.

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I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.

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I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.

Monday, April 21, 2014
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