Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.
Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.
Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.
I wanted
to call your name -
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.
Satish Verma
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 5th, 2013 22:53
- Category: Unclassified
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