A Summer's Stroke

satishverma

Don't come near sea,
I ask the moon, braless―
in love galore.

What will you see
in eyes of the burning sun―
rising very sadly?

It was writer's cramp,
coming at shrine of snow
god under dark clouds.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2023 19:41
  • Category: Nature
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