I wanted to see you―
in leap of night,
when the dreams walk
like moon's center of pull.
A book keeper will ask―
where this revenge stops?
Like sex slave you submit
to the lust of the system.
How does one die inside?
A day after, when you surrendered
to a cheat under the sun,
a mocking bird started singing.
A paper hawk makes a―
dive in dry river. Sleepwalking
begins to collect the lost
memories with an empty bowl.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 27th, 2019 20:48
- Category: Nature
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