Drifting

satishverma

Killing field
was still red!

What you were
searching in moonlight?

A small poem
cannot provide balm
for troubled mind.

Moon will come
every night to find
his paramour.

Words keep on
changing the sounds.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 25th, 2023 20:25
  • Category: Nature
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