Bull's-Eye

satishverma

The divination. 
A broom― 
becomes a wager. 

The penury 
begets the rags. 
How much you need? 

Sweep the 
courtyard. Tonight, 
moon sleeps here. 

I have come, 
a long way to 
meet my lost friend.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2019 21:45
  • Category: Nature
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  • psychofemale

    interesting read 🙂



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