Imploring Poem by Satish Verma

Imploring



The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water.
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor.

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I will look out―
for a songbird.
Something secret, I wanted to share.

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I do not abuse anybody,
like a mockingbird―
I make a fool of myself.

Thursday, August 14, 2014
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