Contrasting

satishverma

It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.

The sick motherhood.

We made love
listening to winds
draping our ashes.

A father waited at the door.

I am the sun
I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.

In concept of two enemies.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2015 19:25
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