The lake was calling.
I will go untelling every one
conch shell on the beach.
Morning star moves
away from the stranger, who
brought the silent pain.
A stigma, an ache and
tears, embrace moon sitting,
on weeping Ashoka.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2022 19:43
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'Morning star
moves away
from the stranger, who
brought the silent pain.'
love this stanza/verse
thanks for sharing, Guru
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