Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,421 Points (5-6-1935)

Pivoting - Poem by Satish Verma

Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo
gives an agonizing call.

*

Clouds will wait.
Till a caravan
of herons will sail.

*

The rains have
washed away all the malice,
all the soot.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 2, 2013


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