In The Evening Poem by Satish Verma

In The Evening



Will it be an insult
to my evergreen master, if I want to
live in my extra infra pain.

The resilience was
like a pine, which always was pricking
on land or standing in deep water.

Ask the sparrow, when
she comes back in the evening.
Would she bring the food for babies?

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